Origin Of The Sea Horse
these horses understand the language of thunder
this wild liquid gallop tastes like tears dripping off their lips
like soured secret words from a letter to an former lover
thrown out and trampled into the mud by the hollowed ones
but who decides which retreating Arabians
anchor underneath the stable
against those pelted by the torn midnight salty sky?
if each steed would grow gills and swim across
the ocean to escape, or gamble in altitude
like the Pegasus of old – eons it seems
before these dispirited creatures with slit wings
where pulled down forever –
here they are begging for the fraternity of the brine
in circles, in panic of plight
once the prairie fills up and becomes a sea bed
foals will gravel within the sunken land
still heaving their noises above the water
until they give up and breathe in the drowned grasslands
and graze on the forest of kelp forgetting how the sinking clouds
betrayed them in the first place