a poem by Krzeslawa T. Skrzypczynska, Poland - poetry writer, author, poet

Do you remember that horse over there
was standing on a socle?
One - straightly, shapely,
another one - with his leg bent,

and that one, somewhere further
like he wants to kick us.
Do we know why
and what character is that?

Did someone tell you,
why as so differently
the sculptors put
the horses in this service?

Remember to yourself,
that the horse's attitude
certifies that a horseman killed,
or died somewhere in his house.

When both legs of the horse
they cut the air,
the rider died in a battle
in the most courageous gesture.

When the one leg only
is supported on the plinth,
gangrene broke into the wounds,
- he wasn't lucky.

And when, the horse
just stands on fours there,
it is known that
the character died naturally

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