Aside—Our Brief Love Of Metal Goes Too Far
On the shoreline, beyond the mudflats and the railyards, a set of metal horses dip their massive heads into the bay—
Drinking is not something they achieve alone: together they illustrate the process heads scattered in the angle between the water and the sun. So we can arrange them, make the motion for them, by looking.
When the animals disappeared, we built them where we could: giant metal models pieced from our memories; close enough to leave us wanting.
In time, we forget. Everything metal blends into a forgotten fauna. We try badly to remember.