War Horsies

War horsies are weeping
And they wonder why I drink
On top of a chimney
With old voices echoing debts
War horsies are jerking
The leaders of men and minnows
Tribunals and nations
Ghosts of the ages
Getting together
For bath and ballroom
To dance and puke
In museums worth killing
On sawdust and hooks
Searching for landmines
Slaughter in the trees
Hamburger hills and hot dog trees