When you listen to hear
they say
what did you see?
I saw
Egypt smothered.
She died, that entire place
stiffly in the old manner.
Drums.
In the morning stumbles her ghost
the skin off the muscles
and in moving has the skull and horns of a deer.
From the suburbs
out of an old Ford
others come with her, animal shapes in walking.
A fly-covered horse hangs from
a tree in the sun, heaved
there from a swing chain, its belly ripped out, wind now.
The grey tongue of the horse has only flies.