Poem, Meat, Beauty, Food, A Touch Grim
Pasture Flood
March 23, 2024
we used to eat the old race horses
no noble retirement for them or us
no muss or fuss, our forefathers
always coming sharp, hungry
when we’d say –
isn’t this enough –
but entertainment’s still got meat
get it while its will slings heavy
no need to wait for ragged
love that beautiful creature
until it’s ever so slightly
less beautiful
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