Have we read Harry Potter?

There are women who haven't and maybe never meet a therestral horse

She may not understand

But if she's alive and knows she'll die

She may sympathize

And if we are raised by Loving Hands
Cradled by arms warm
Comforted by Network wombs

We will empathize

Do we yet see the spectral horses
dancing in all their glory?

Or maybe it was a different novel
a different pub, a different tavern

A different Stalking Horse

A different Prancing Horse
named Ferrari
swift like a Black Stallion
magical as a White Unicorn
edgy comics from a Dark Horse

We say it's a Man's world but Witches carry the heavy load

The carriage carries only she and Eternity
while straggling psychopaths on foot pick up mementos

Longevity and psychopathy have their places
Autistic Souls linked within Maternal networks but disassociated

"Bring on the dancing horses"
"Jimmy Brown, made of stone
Charlie clown, no way home"

Headless moments squeeze our hearts none-the-less