a day at the races

[cacian]

the weeping horse
races
towards the finish
line
it ages
to look at it
it breaks
the boundaries of faith
to a minimun of slate
slavery bates,
the beyond the fence
rages
a lady with a hat
wages
money to a rigging
of pages
pick poketing phases,
a crowd
rowd
gazes
between the stands
and hours of rant,
the jockeys's faces slant
their hand gripped
strand,
the scene is
borderline mean
to win is to keen to a perfect been
losers to it can only seen
their hopes dashed
against a horse that flash
herecy of the greatest crash.