Ladies and Gentlemen This is a Horse
as Magritte Might Paint Him
Consider this percheron in the climate-
controlled hold, gimped up for the flight
in blinkers and bridle and drugged of course
from the creased Jupiter of his arse
to the spotted dominoes of his teeth,
the burden of his blood alone,
the clapper seized in his brain's bell,
propped up on steel and the air's goodwill.
Ladies and Gentlemen – will you fill your glasses?
May I lead us all in a toast or prayer?
May the horse never wake
that stands in mid-air
the horse never wake that stands in
horse never wake that stands in
Ladies and Gentlemen This is a Horse' from Nigh No Place (Bloodaxe, 2008), (c) Jen Hadfield 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.