Horse Dream Meaning: Men Love Giddiness and Gore
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We do not have to be invaded by
Pale luminescent aliens in sleek
Star vessels throbbing lower from the sky.
The Romans gave us plenty to be bleak
About. A dozen noble young men danced
Throughout Rome’s streets in March in scarlet cloaks
And dressed in helmets made like cones and pranced
Around in silliness. The scene invokes
Derision in us now. The Romans also killed
A racing horse, cut off its bleeding tail,
Then rushed it to the king’s own house and spilled
The droplets on the hearth—and then they’d nail
The horse’s head outside up on his wall.
We don’t need space aliens to appall.