beasts

28 Apr

i never much liked horses
i felt sorry for them
especially the ones that my grandfather used to own back in the old country
and beat senselessly and relentlessly while intoxicated
once, a horse stepped on my foot when i was five
i cried but i remember it didn’t hurt at all
i think the beast shifted his weight in order not to cause any damage
still
i never much liked horses
i never much liked people who owned them either
the ones i knew had huge mansions and kept stables on their properties
played polo and wore gargantuan fancy hats during races
then went out and fixed divots
laughing smiling trying to keep their drinks from spilling
one afternoon while living close to an exclusive polo club in south florida
i took my daughter to their stables so she could see the animals
we were chased from there by angry horse owners
who didn’t quite take so well to my sun tanned skin
it seems the upper classes don’t much care for un-announced visits
from dark skinned men with four year old girls in tow
to-day i read the news: despair in Haiti still
the Greek economy is junk status
Thai troops shoot down red shirts
misery in Gaza as usual
oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico
violence in Myanmar
and on the front page of the New York Times
as the lead story: Kentucky horse breeders are suffering financially
there’s been a downturn in the one-billion-dollar-a-year thoroughbred industry
apparently people are hurting you see
bankers are pulling their money out of the industry
breeders aren’t able to manufacture animals for entertainment anymore
and with the Triple Crown season about to start this Saturday
this is devastating news.

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3 Responses to “beasts”

  1. Janete Cabral 29/04/2010 at 4:08 PM #

    Powerful imagery and analogies, love the prose poetry.

  2. (S)wine 30/04/2010 at 8:07 AM #

    Janete!!! You’re back in the mix. Thanks for reading all these years.

  3. Janete Cabral 30/04/2010 at 12:03 PM #

    My pleasure, always.

    Sorry been gone so long.

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