Consider the stalls,
the 8’ by 3’ almost eleven months
long pregnancy for a pulley—
rubber groin bag
always there
chafing to lesioned
no way
escaping
hardly enough, the water
to drink for concentrating
pure estrogen
that’s what she’s there for
pasture's next-in-line pregnancy
to loss there of another foal,
as in fattened to gone, or to auction
as in another slaughterhouse waiting,
as in, consider the caught urine of horses.
©Lynne Goldsmith, 2023
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The Fund for Horses
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