Horse

Written  as a creative writing exercise in response to a photograph of a statue of a horse's head.

 

In his lovely eyes, 

Sorrow has closed into a circle  

For the road has no ending

And he must drag behind him 

The whole world

 

These words once fell from the pen of a poet 

In whose mind were etched 

Reflections of the wretched 

Refugees 

Persons 

Displaced by war-mongering madness

Snaking their sad-faced ways 

Toward some semblance of peace and reason

 

And among them

Weighted down

With loss and pitiful belongings

Ears pinned 

Head low

Neck gaunt 

Haunches hollow

Were those in whose mouth 

Man had long since come to dwell

And upon whose willing dorsum

Man had been able to swell

His numbers and his dominion

 

What we owe this stoic single toed entity 

Whose entire existence is motion 

Who is happy only in association

Cannot be measured by imaginations

That run solely on calculations of utility

 

 

 

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