Horse Corpse

So large and gentle, you were 
a special sort of worker. 
Strong from weathered weary, 
braving the wearied weather.

I claimed before, horse corpse, 
you reached up before the cold, 
sniffing the air. Horse corpse, 
did you smell the apple core?

There is nothing like a sweetness 
that is the taste of a simple sin. 
What is it that made a softness 
other than a baby sister’s song?

Horse corpse, please tread lightly 
down the valley as you lower. 
Horse corpse, be still and light. 
He’ll let you live in a different life.