Horse Latitudes:
When the still sea conspires an armour
And her sullen and aborted currents
Breed tiny monsters, True sailing is dead
Awkward instant, and the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise, delicate, pause, consent
In mute nostril agony, carefully refined and sealed over...
OMG is that a quote from somwhere?
Jim Morrison comes to mind.