Alighting from the tube
moving towards the escalator
through the capacious concourse
the area awash with the essence of wet horse.
Are these escalators run by an equine treadmill,
with horse power feeding the conduits and grids?
Perhaps the smell emanates form a subterranean stable
housing stalls of steaming horses
and if there are horses
there’ll be jockeys.
An army of the little fellows
in satin and silk,
standing no more then 4ft 5,
with a a high pitched Irish brogue
harping on about furlongs,