The autumn day

Block printing stamped in the color of

the moist, rainy days, of the fall

in a South Island

with overamping red.

A horse escape, from the lack of space

to the trolley, packaged with newsprint. 

He pushes to the junkyard;

the horse yell, remains the words of

anxiety and resign,

false peace and police siren

on the Island, dry gradually.

This is the death of the horse,

those maggots have already house;

His bed, which I am not

accustomed to sleep well; nagging

the spelling of tearful days.