Obscene

Seven dead horses lay, taking psalms from passing children. They wondered at the sound but couldn't do anymore than wait. The morning sun warmed their flanks but none felt it. As the day broadened and light grew more intense they dreamed feverishly of home and in their need came Poseidon. Poseidon gathered the horses to his breast and turned forever from man, who had spurned his gift, in favor of Athena's olive tree.

In return, Epona takes our dead, fittingly, to their rest without malice. She suffers the indignities of man silently and rides Poseidon's grief into the sea.