Mehdi Hajizadeh

The Trojan Horse

Once is gust a knell,
Shuddered a colt
Shattered his mane athwart
His wafting soul a shaft of fear
Like a sprout!

Staggering in frisson
A gladiator, reined him in prison
His body, an etched pigeon
Under the lashing ribbon

Long time went on and on
As trained and brisk as Trojan
Until in one grim morn
He was left alone, forlorn.

Then, a shadow of hippogriff
Scratched his hoof so stiff,
Captured him by defeat.

Hey… my coy horse, an orphan,
Still flutter in this repellent
Lagoon, while Poseidon
Is himself drowned.