On this lazy stretch of field

horses graze in quiet repose,

the sun casts no shadow save

to define their necks and flanks.

Soon machinery will arrive

to squash the earth for houses

bring death to grass and buttercup.

There is no sleep as the dream moves on

soon these horses will be gone. 

Those who shall dwell upon this land

will covet that image of horses grazing

where a nightmare of imperative dawns was born.