A Veterinary School in the Country

By | 15 September 2022

I think they left the door open on purpose.
The farm leaked in. Sheep droppings among desks,
and snagged wool and the down of a hen.
How they must’ve walked, unsilent as they do, the mice
under rodent cabinets and the globe-eyed paperish skulls
of lesser primates. A parrot from a branch
in the caretaker’s home refused to tell,
but I watched the caretaker’s lone horse
stand against the school window for hours,
at the glass as at the surface of a book
printed especially for oneself,
horrified at its own bones.

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