The Horse's Nose (Final Version) Poem by michael oliver

Rearing up a remnant from disasters unchaste chatter
Their heads blown away they breathe new thoughts
A reformation's gasp unnoticed alive in a corner
As soft noses sniff the air of survival
Saved by the bi - millenia of tucked shadow
The delicate scent nascent with demos and self

That soft muzzle tells the lie of our image
It's classic - intransigence melted by the cream marble
The dream is smashed - replaced by this reality
A once Athenian flesh a rare incident translated
Reassured a lasting - enacted under the blue skies
Reruns this acclaimed drama plays for todays seduction