The horses stand in line , their outlines
Just a series of projected equine heads.
They are horses watching sun go down.
It takes an original horse to kill demons,
And a man-god torso from head down.
These cannot fly their past glory of sky.
Their sky kin go round world to claim
Their territory, from an east to a west
Filling crevices with light no poet can.
These are not made of effulgent light
That dissipates to the interior of west.
They are made of real earth to break.
Watch made- to- break horse smiles
As their faces break in a comic mirth
Of earth horses expected to fly a sky.
(Bankura in West Bengal is famed for beautiful terra cota horses made by traditional craftsmen)