Death

A fierce scream rings out
as the mare defends the body
of her dead foal crumpled
in the middle of the corral,
the birthing fluids still fresh.

One man attracts her attention
as my father pulls the body
to the fence away from the mare.
She turns and nearly
tramples my father –

They leave her there,
racing, screaming
looking for the child,
who should have lived.

Inspired by Robert Frost’s poetry of rural life.

Published in A Flicker of Hope: poems written by a Wegener’s Granulomatosis survivor in 2011.

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