A poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month |
| The Horsemen Clouds of dirt and dust spit rocks, churned by pounding hooves thundering across the dry, open plain. Buzkashi is back! Teams of 10 men, whips held in strong teeth, mounted on butter fed, endurance trained horses, powerful and swift battle for sometimes days upon the field. These are the Chapandaz! The prize, the carcass of a calf or goat, beheaded, weighted with sand wrestled horseback from player to player to be carried around a flag and thrown into the Circle of Justice. Man and horse, bodies bumped, whipped, kicked and charged, game lasting up to 10 days. Brutal, primitive play. The National Sport of Afghanistan! What could we expect? ~~Judi Van Gorder Note ▶︎ |