heavy horse

The heaviest horses know their time is up. Thats why they kick stones in prude patterns

and stand with their asses pushed so close together; to pee on eachothers knees for one final time.

Clever, I thought, the agreed upon need to, without hands,  signal someone or something in the air.

 

 

But the farmers with their determined rifles and bullets come with other meanings.

Whatever rock formations old horses can make on the ground, birds have already made in the air.

Dun beatles have already choosen  the cleaved difference and rolled horse s**t in the shapes of

planets or eliptical walks around that eternal stile.

 

 

No one knows what to think now. Isn't it strange how scarry life is when one contemplates the end?

Even winged horses, pushing cool mornings into shaved blocks, half eaten but not saved, for the

symbolic, wooden trough;

 

 

or whisper into the long ears of lovers

or just touch the shoulder of another

fordoomed patriot.

Reviews

[Emily B]

my mind kept seeing horse soldiers, i know a few cavalry men, they look a little dashing in their sharp coats

but the horses are really the star of that show