Horses that rise high
On their feet neigh
Horrible
As on the war-path
Or on midst of olden battle-fields
Manes that fall back
Fly with the niter smelling winds
Slip
On the blood stained snows
That still fall
That still fall
Horses attempting
Above humans to rise
And their way wending
Unfettered in their wild, wild will
And closed sub-conscious eyes
We too
Must be as sub-conscious be:
Horses that rise high
On their feet neigh
Horrible
As on the war-path
Or on midst of olden battle-fields

Emmanuel George Cefai

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