The Sport

I question the strap, so tight around your nose, held firmly in place to fake some shape or pose. I question the relentless kicking at your ribs and side, forwards and flipping backwards for some sort of ride. I question the hands that jerk and pull at your mouth, in all the wrong directions, but mostly too deep south! I question the whip, that burns at your skin, a punishment or aid, a game you can’t win. Finally I must question the age old ego of man, rosette, trophy or points, doing what they think they can! All riders and trainers and experts of the jury, open your heart, open your eyes, I question....what do you really see?