In Memory of MF Banjo Wapiti


Feed me, water and care for me,
and when the day’s work is done,
provide me with a shelter;
a clean, dry stall large enough
for me to lie down in comfort.
Talk to me, your voice often means
as much to me as the reins.
Pet me sometimes that I may serve you
more gladly and learn to love you.
Shoe me properly that I may
serve you in comfort.

Never strike, beat or kick me
when I don’t understand what you want,
but give me the chance to understand you.
And finally oh master,
when my youthful strength is gone
do not turn me out to starve or freeze,
or sell me to some cruel owner
to be slowly tortured or stoned to death,
but do thou, my master
take my life in the kindest way, and
your God will reward you here and herafter.

You will not consider me irreverent if I ask this
in the name of Him who was born in a stable…