I FELT a cleavage in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
In the first part there is a scene of a man beating horse reminded me of George Orwell, said he once saw a little boy beating horse by whip and later he wrote, “It struck me that if only such animals became aware of their strength we should have no power over them, and that men use animals in much the same way as the rich use the worker.”