An early January day
Beneath a leaden sky
On an angry racecourse sea
Jockey-less, majestic white horses
Pure white, no chestnut, bay or black
Prance and dance
Jostle and chase
Catch and overtake
Mercilessly wind-whipped
Toward the finish
A sandy-strewn end
Which is devoured and spat out
By the voracious equine monsters
As they cross the line.
Then nothing!
Nothing at all!
Just a dribble return
Lost to the vast ocean
Swallowed up for ever.
No losers!
No winners!
