What happened here, already forgotten.
Did we win or lose? I don’t know.
So many battles cloud the memory.
Scattered bones as far as I can see.
A brood of baby rabbits shiver in the rib cage
of a horse where his heart should be.
I wonder if the ghost of this war horse
feels that quiver of life in his chest
as he gallops across the fields of heaven.
Doug Stone lives in Albany, Oregon. His chapbook, In the Season of Distress and Clarity (Finishing Line Press) came out in 2017. His poems have been published in numerous journals and in the anthology, A Ritual To Read Together: Poems in Conversation with William Stafford.
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