Horse Latitudes : a short fiction as prose

they drifted
for days
despite equine sacrifice
and prayers
to all of their gods
unanswered
their bodies
so racked
from toil
and unrelenting sun
mutiny of the mind
could not
to action translate
instead the waiting
insufferable waiting
for eternity’s oblivion
or the wind’s grace.

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