On Species Equus
Whether its Pegasus or cosmic herds cavorting around Ophiuhcus
- centaurs, dragons, leprechauns, apocalypse's horses and their ilk,
or our four-footed, earthbound lot, as yet not taken to the skies;
they include the human variety: Sagittarius’s hybrid own
unlimited in scope but direly bridled by gravity -
by anything grave and boring
or requiring they actually stand still!
See them, glorious creatures
pounding the skyey highways, leaping, falling, crashing through boundaries,
for ever far-seeing, mis-judging; daring the Furies,
striking poses, scanning for sporty opportunities, fearless and rash,
unabashed by loss or failure -
all grist to their mill, the need to find
then lose, move on;
notches on their CVs.
Some may prove low-key:
undetected behind their guises,
beware!
They’re the ones who incubate wings and bide their moment,
who pack a punch, embody surprise and confound the geno-norm.
Somehow, Saturn endowed them with ballast!
Someone got a bridle in their mouth
and tethered that early wildness
into a seed of wisdom, good timing
and Jupiter’s very own pot of luck.
Though, didn’t the Lord say: Judgment is Mine?
No worries! they replied.
We’ll save Your Mightiness
the bother! We’ll do it -
setting up courts of law, petty and otherwise
with all the paraphernalia of scales forthwith,
alongside ponds for witches plus mafia jurisdictions
with their arbitrary, preemptive pronouncements to justify
- exonerate, exemplify and unfortunately, actualize.
Sobeit. It’s Done! Up yours!
To begin, they are men with tally ho, horsey jaws
who challenge the odds,
gambling their lives away;
the chase, irresistible;
junkies for speed and danger; obsessing about breed and beauty of form,
with the best and worst of their socialite, eugenic mates.
They can evolve to gurus and sages - lofty or perfidious -
holding forth on the fruits of their Quests and hard-won adventures
- into the stratosphere of gods, divas
or of their own fiesty folly.
Whatalot!
June