Decom Posit

By Christopher C Tennant

I walked out to pasture
But the chief’s horse was missing
So I searched for her
And I found her lying on the ground

A gray mare in a brown field
Fruiting upon salted earth

Her hair was glossy
And her mane still silver-grey
But her eye sockets were empty
And her stomach rescinded into a grape

And so I wept
As blue clouds spat overhead
And the earth became moist
With the scent of eternity’s call

When I returned home
I wondered what had happened

And the fields
So filled with pollen

It must have been the ragwort

Christopher C Tennant is a Denver, Colorado native who mainly writes poetry, short stories, and literary or experimental works. He has previously published in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Atlas Obscura, and Scribes *MICRO*Fiction, among many other places