Nothing frightening but the wildness of it.
And when it bares its teeth, the strings of spittle,
Somehow too human.
But when, late at night, I hear the hooves
Ringing on pavements between houses,
Aspark that sets the silence ringing,
That’s what terrifies me:
The galloping horror that breaks from its place
Into mine, clanging on concrete,
Making a joke of the tyres of lorries.
They can crush you, but they can’t drag you
Screaming into hell.