Black Moss Press

Fourth of five poems by Michael Mirolla for Poetry Month 2021

Our time with Michael Mirolla’s poetry is almost up, but don’t forget you can order your own copy of his book At the End of the World through our website or at a bookstore near you! Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for a special interview with Michael about his newest book, the writing process and more!


Michael MirollaIt’s a shallow hole

a roped-out hole


within it a horse

lies on its flank

helpless unable to move

eyes wild breathing fear

like rib-cage bellows
a woman with a kerchief

and a microscopic brush


combs the horse as if

searching for something

from tip of nose

to end of mane

meticulous inch

by inch every speck



she continues to do this

until there is nothing left

but a string of bones

half-buried in unoxidized earth

herself now breathing heavily

the woman wipes her brow

and places a staked sign

where the nose tip was:


Equus ferus ferus – last of its kind

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