Helping with all my might,
One day
I’ll loll out my tongue.
They’ll find the guilty one —
Me. An exhausted horse.
And I won’t beg mercy.

They’ll shoot me,
Skin me,
Send me for meat.
They’ll devour me
And go on,
Find others,
Force them to pull.

So I pull obediently,
I pull moderately,
Because such is fate,
Because one must pull,
Thinking of the tongue,
The alpha male
Not thrusting out of myself.