In the mist, muffled stomping of a horse's feet

The sound grows louder, bursting through the fog

unto the cold, wooden bridge in the form of a hysterical horse

infected by the spirit of its rider.

As the neighing fades, I stare, bewildered

Only a spectator till I'm a victim

What can I hope for

When I do not understand?

By Benjamin Nambu

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