The epitome of Ignorance

The Epitome of Ignorance
A Horse
It’s spring
Is taut
Humans close in
Chuckling,
Giggling
In the wings
They have bought
Ears pinned back
Legs kicking
Rocking violently
Feeling the inattention
Of the arrogant family

The Swordsman
Feeling giddy
By the twisting turning
Clip and clop
Backing into its dusky alcove
It’s soulfulness
It’s strop

So evident
To the thoughtful
But the tourists cannot see
Impregnated in selfishness
Unexpectedly
The doldrums through to the Tempest
A flare up
Consequently.