Under a Comanche Moon

A horse skeleton calls out to me Giddy up.
I was trespassing in sensible shoes.

Each step I took to exit the unfenced pasture
sprouted another horse skeleton

until there was a herd—heads down
chewing ghost grasses.

My last step stubbed my toe on the base
of a meteor stone that fell here eons ago.

From under that stone a Hipparion skeleton
leaped out of the earth.

I was knocked to the ground
and pierced my side on a flint spearhead.

Some early Native American drew blood
thousands of years after death

in sweet revenge of what
was perpetrated by my ancestors.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

note

Hipparion wikipedia entry

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