Friday, May 8, 2015

w i n d h o r s e

the weathering foal
the shoals, the shores of
this wind

the stillborn embalming
it's the rhodo in the dendron that does it
this death
that foal's sustenance
which is held in the death
as dust would be by water
as a pool forms
choosing her milk baby's
muzzle
that is, after her water and the dead one
also wet
left her

this was her first flower moon
coming between them
reminding
predicting
still
in spreading dust over one body
watered in to earth
the other tamps its broken body closed
running wobbly into the wind.