Glossy fur
Remains.
Numb lips, hard and dull.
Wide eyes.
Long tongue.
Bloody hoof,
Where the thick cord rasped between her hard toes
as she kicked and jerked, harder
than she ever had while I milked her,
than when I dared to trim her back hooves
(she kicked so hard she
nearly tipped the plywood stanchion,
both legs flying hammers as I held on) as
her veins pounded against the collar
and she couldn’t get up
because her hoof
was caught
in the
rope
…
Bedrock.
Red granules invaded her
Clear slotted eyes
And rolled from her coarse fawn coat.
Earth’s entrails heaved as we hid her from view.
Warm dry dust below the frost line,
Bones.
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