By Christopher C Tennant I walked out to pastureBut the chief’s horse was missingSo I searched for herAnd I found her lying on the groundA gray mare in a brown fieldFruiting upon salted earthHer hair was glossyAnd her mane still silver-greyBut her eye sockets were emptyAnd her stomach rescinded into a grapeAnd so I weptAs … Continue reading Decom Posit
