Galloping Horses

by Craig Shay

Dehumanized,
riding
  towards
    disaster.

Nature,
  no longer
    a comrade.

Mankind,
  no longer
    astonished.

Luminosity rests,
  a sickly grandfather,
drinking down his warehouse
  of history –
taking a nightly stroll
  through half-deserted streets.

The horses have been
  unleashed
    they are kicking up dirt
    in the deadland.