The Ugly Houses
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Stallion III
My stallion is mired in black water.
Kicking at imaginary walls.
His lungs strain for air.
From the shore, as he drowns, I watch.
I beg him to find his feet.
Stand up.
Please.
I’m sorry I rode you here.
I thought it was only three feet deep.
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