On the edge of the creekbed washout
lay the carcassed head of a horse.
On the dried blood
of the stump of her neck
on her white blazed nose
in her nostrils
on her tongue
in her ears
on her eyes
thousands of white segmented maggots
wormed one over another
greedily searching
still fresh meat.
Black flies, blue flies, yellow jackets
dove in the white heat of day to feast
their small buzzing bodies on the blazed head.
