Daily Archives: August 2, 2011


Old mare whose eyes

are like cracked marbles

drools blood in her mash

shivers in her jute blanket.


My father hates weakness worse than hail;

in the morning

without haste

he will shoot her in the ear, once,

shovel her under in the north pasture.



leaving the stables

he stands his lantern on an over-turned water pail,


cursing her for a bad bargain,

and spreads his coat

carefully over her sick shoulders.


Alden Nowlan