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A Dead Horse Is Easy To Flog.

I cried in front of thirty odd class mates

on the day that they sent Boxer down

and I took, begrudgingly, the teenage

ribbing and piss take

that followed for around a week,

until someone else slipped up

and they left me alone to brood

on the glue factory and death

of a noble horse.

 

It didn’t bother me when I

found out around the same time

sentimental age

that Native Americans and the cold

people of the North used

fish to make their glue, it didn’t impact