Pale odours, tackle swings on the
Door as the ostler lurches and lulls
The stallions knee, as he rests it on his.
A union of beast and man, mutual benefit.
Horse is calm, as the ostler keys off
The old shoe, the tack slides
Out with the worn, thinned shell
Shining with wear, it falls to the floor
It’s melodic downfall resonates forever.
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