If I were a horse


I don’t know where the water in the estuary comes from,

I saw a Canada Goose fall from the sky today and drown.

Another of its flock circled around to find it,

It was a pathetic and harrowing death, the survivor flew on.


I sat in The Passage House Inn and drank Whiskied water until I fell,

I watched Heavy Horses across the dyke, they never looked skyward,

The grass and hay they eat is all they need, no more.

The more I see you disappear the more I need.


I remember the sound the machine by your bed made,

It made the same sound after you decided to leave the room.

I wished then that someone would switch it off,

I pulled the plug and the consultant frowned like a spoilt GOD.


The Estuary is still tonight, there are children playing on the bank

I watch from a bench we once shared.

The Horses are taking the piss and not giving a fuck about anything,

If I were a Horse I wouldn’t give a fuck either. 


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Leon Kamm

Mon 14th Jun 2021 09:13

I can sense the pain within this piece Marsha.

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