Horses For Wishes Comments

Oh, I have been stabbed in the heart- -they turn horses' hooves into glue and their flesh into dog food and their memory into pain but they can never turn the memory of them into dust, even the worst of them live on in my heart and dreams. I am going to find another of your poems to delve deep into, okay?

Perfectly metsphored wishes to horses later on regretted for being too hasty. Beautifully articulated.