Death Of The Spanish Stallions
When the still sea conspires an armour.
And her sullen and aborted currents breed tiny monsters.
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant.
And the first animal is jettisoned.
Legs furiously pumping. Their stiff green gallop. Heads bob up.
Poise. Delicate. Pause. Consent.
In mute nostril agony. Carefully refined and sealed over.
… Horse Latitudes (The Doors) 1967
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