Poem by me titled "Aduu": Foaled in the Shiliingol Ceramics Factory, I follow my nose, which finds the grassland sure as an iron pin, or the bit between my teeth. My people graze reserves of coal; a fossilised wave that will soon swamp us all. Already, I carry more memories than herdsmen. Lay the reins across my neck, crouch in the stirrups I'll take you to what's left of the steppes in the mind; we'll go the the steppes that remain to be mined. I do not want a carrot. I squealed at the gates of Vienna, bit my neighbour on the rump, drank deep and long at Goliath's Well. We could take you again. I am the racehorse you borrowed that evening, the rolling grey grassdunes turning beneath us, as we left the others behind on the hillside, running at the centre of the earth's great smokehole, the sky spilling itself over the closecropped land, the horizon retreating, trying to hold it. 1. Aduu means horse in Mongolian. 2. The Mongol Empire had its first significant defeat at the battle of Ayn Jalout (the well/spring of Goliath), 1260