"Xanthus"

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The stranger rode into town
     on a bulletproof steed,
     on a horse that could speak
          and foretell future events,
     on a horse that understood
          the concept of mortality
          although it could never die,
     on a horse of great empathy
          that would cry salty tears
          for its master's tragic loss.

And yet,
     somehow,
          the townsfolk
     only ever cared
          about some crude
     horse-shaped pile
          of repurposed wooden planks.

Greg R. Fishbone
May 2020

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Apr 20, 2026 09:10 by Scarlett Allen

I love how in Poetry the mix of mythological themes with playful, almost modern touches (like pieces such as The Gender Fluid Seer gives the poems a really fresh, layered feel did you intentionally aim for that balance between ancient myth and contemporary voice, or did it evolve naturally as you wrote?