bronze horses
trapped midgallup
as i drive through
the overly complicated
complex in search
of the loading dock
to the science museum
so i can service
the postage machine

signs for the rodeo
and golden glove boxing
flap in the wind
while men in orange vests
wander on golf carts

in another iteration
the horses run free across
the vast plains littered
with bronze statues of
men and women pillaging
the world of resources
i remain trapped in molten
metal somewhere further
from where i dreamt of
deteriorating in time
with the thunder in my chest