HORSE GROAN

all under a grey metal sky

where the sun left a hole

and the birds gather to die

all under a grey metal sky

of old tales untold

where a dying horse lies

I see myself in the black sphere

what do i do here

if it is clear that the horse will soon disappear?

I smell pissed straw

and fresh animal heat

according to natural law

i smell pissed straw

the movement repeats

a picture of lust and awe

I see myself in the black sphere

what do i do here

if it is clear that the horse will soon disappear?

I see the end of the tracks

where do the lil horses go?

from here I see the ground cracks

I see the end of the tracks

the last labour pains show

the last drop of holy milk in the haystack

I see myself in the black sphere

what do i do here

if it is clear that the horse will soon disappear?