The last true wild horse
gallops from walls of Niaux
or Lascaux, from the haze
of primitive rites or catalog
of extinction that unrolled
through the guns of World War II,
until the thick-necked dun
is uncaged into our century
on the plains of Khustain Nuruu.
Przewalski’s Horse
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E q u u s E s s e n c e
Clarence Wolfshohl
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