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The Commute

Luke Bateman

Each day as we walked home from work,

We crossed a muddy field

And saw the horse.

She clip-clopped back and forth

From the north corner to the south,

A mud-flecked pendulum.

Oh, how we’d giggle at her stuck in that path

Like a glitching video game character,

The programming askew.

It was unnatural, seeing a free creature

Trapped in a repetitive, meaningless movement,

Each day as we walked home from work.

Luke Bateman is a poet and historian from Lancashire, UK. When not delving into the strange and beautiful worlds of the past, he dreams up his own in poetry and prose that has been featured in Glitchwords, Royal Rose and the Oxford Review of Books amongst many others. Links can be found to

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