For The Horses That Can’t Race No More (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #15)
The pebbles will still be trod upon,
The crowds will still yell and fawn,
The papers will still be torn and fly
The majestic track will still weave
The clouds will still mold into shapes
The flags will still wave in jubilation
The hooves will still echo in clops
The stalls will no be empty no more
