On such skinny legs
did Sea Biscuit
carry the whole
nation's soul...
as over and over again
he ran out his entire heart
(Not an endorsement of
the brutality of horse racing
.. the horses' broken necks
and legs, their deaths in barn
fires, their victimization by
whips and spurs, their
forced reception of drug,
their lives of loneliness shipped
from one place to another)
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