Here is a kind of surreal image of carousel horses on their poles each alone on a pillar of earth, multicolored crows flying overhead.
I remember when I was a kid my best friend had a little music box, or maybe it wasn’t even that, a single carousel horse, alone on a pedestal. It’s especially odd to remove the horses from the carousel because they are morbidly impaled for the purpose of jotting up and down as if alive as the carousel turns and plinky music dances on your ear drums. Without the pole they are not carousel horses, they are just horses. With it they are, to my eyes, bizarrely trapped animal imposters.