Descobri hoje em pesquisas cruzadas este texto, O autor é John Pane (alternative spelling), um poeta pouco conhecido que, desde a sua morte há três meses atrás, tem vindo a ser mais divulgado com vista ao reconhecimento da sua obra, Podem dizer o que acham deste texto aqui, Os dentes do cavalo.

THE HORSE'S TEETH The three fucking horsemen of the apocalypse with glasses in their hands
and fucking smiles in camera's lenses
arrived from the hot land
(on the hot land)
bringing famine and death and disease and this that follows is the story of one of them
riding in his horse a blue blooded machine with leather seats riding throughout the land and not looking anyone in the eyes he rode and rode and brought forth the laughter to the people
people knew nothing of him knew nothing of his existence
but people laughed and lived with fucking smiles on their faces
and one day he arrived here the purring of his horse quieted and he arrived
people stared narrowed their eyes and stared at the void of his and it was then
(and only then)
that they knew laughter and where it came from
on top of his horse burried in a cage of metal or merely riding around the laugher ceased to be natural
it got bigger and bigger and people knew now what they were laughing from and the fucking smiles were filled with rotten teeth and high-pitched noises
it was him
and while he rode the land people started to rely on him to laugh
to need him
to depend on him
until one day the engine began and a new road and it led to new lands and new people and people knew not what to say
for goodbye is hard to say while laughing and to stop laughing is hard too
but he did rode forth on that road and did not come back
his back diminishing on the sight
and people froze
their teeth fell off and their tongues choked them to death and from that day no more laughter was heard on the land until someone understood
the fucking horseman of the apocalypse
for it is not when he arrives that he brings famine and death and disease
but when he leaves
that is what is left back under his hooves the golden dried out leaves crushed on the land
until that day
(in the future)
when someone will not remember him and will laugh again
maybe then he is back from the world
(you know)
and noone noticed. RC