Ideology of the horse

The horse moved quietly among us in the street
 The giant head of this horse did not whinny
 There were no thoughts behind its dark eyes when I looked into them
 We talked about such horses being noble creatures but what is a virtuous horse?
 It was bred to be a working animal and therefore we imagined it was like us
 The horse moved away and climbed a hill on which there was a plinth
 When it arrived there it adopted a fighting pose
 Both forelegs tore at the grey sky
 The halo of the sun shone behind the horse’s head
 Immediately, the self-sacrificing horse jumped high into the light
 It seemed to reach a very great height
 Then, I admit I felt for a moment both sickness and fear
 (I did not want to look
 But look we all did, just in a glance)
 The horse’s thick neck broke awkwardly underneath its fallen body
 What was the ideology of the horse?
 What was it thinking?!
 It was tough then to look into its dead eyes

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