It might have been easier to ride but
here she is, bellied up. Dumb, pregnant thing
and hollow still
- What a hard thing it is to kill! Where is you, heart?
The hardest part is bone, and starting.
A mare will kick if you surprise it from the back,
so we told her we were coming.
On your rear, we said.
We're behind! we said.
Then I ran from the front crying
No one's name and knocked her,
up on the head.
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