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Poetic Samplings



Devolution

It’s a shallow hole
a roped-out hole
 
within it a horse
lies on its flank
helpless unable to move
eyes wild breathing fear
like rib-cage bellows
a woman with a kerchief
and a microscopic brush
 
combs the horse as if
searching for something
from tip of nose
to end of mane
meticulous inch
by inch every speck
inspected
 
she continues to do this
until there is nothing left
but a string of bones
half-buried in unoxidized earth
herself now breathing heavily
the woman wipes her brow
and places a staked sign
where the nose tip was:
 
Equus ferus ferus – last of its kind

Originally published in Juniper magazine (2018).
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