ALL THE HORSES GONE
In the ancient days of Mankind -
when salvation was a horse, and
History was all written on ice -
there was no alternative to the
repeated cadences of effect and
after-effect, as one thing after
the other. All rational deliberations,
as of one's brother's shank or
a neighbor's breast, meant nothing
to nomadic tenting tribes and wild
shamans in the bush. Even before
there were borders, the borderlands
had become frenetic.
-
If water is to be walked upon,
Mankind walks a rippling lake.
The Renaissance ended with the
sack of Rome. All the horses, gone.
In the ancient days of Mankind -
when salvation was a horse, and
History was all written on ice -
there was no alternative to the
repeated cadences of effect and
after-effect, as one thing after
the other. All rational deliberations,
as of one's brother's shank or
a neighbor's breast, meant nothing
to nomadic tenting tribes and wild
shamans in the bush. Even before
there were borders, the borderlands
had become frenetic.
-
If water is to be walked upon,
Mankind walks a rippling lake.
The Renaissance ended with the
sack of Rome. All the horses, gone.
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