2.05.2011

#1 Houyhnhnm

You are a horse
and you're not very high. 
You sleep on his shoes
and silently cry. 
Your quickest is walking, 
the shoes would allege;
you wish you were faster
and get to the edge. 

Then a diving disaster
sharp rocks and sharks
no one's jumping in after
you. 

Whatever, whatever
and off with the waves. 
If horses could swim, 
you know you'd be saved.
But drowning's a blanket,
it cradles you well. 
This certainly is a comfortable dwelling for hell.