Nightmare I

The fat horse sat
belching and whinnying
songs of love
with all the words changed,
yellow teeth, yellow eyes
cloven black hooves
and a throttling gullet
swinging from its bones.
Ribs like spiders' legs
and then below
a giant seething gut
a new horse planet
a bitches brew, an embryo
of coagulating pulp.
This is an animal
must have been fed shit
whipped with its own umbilical
tied to a post and left
beyond the hard shoulder,
because now it wants to feed
to blunt those teeth
on something hot and sweet.
When the eyes go white
and its gorge fills the sky
you'll know either we have fallen
oats among a million oats
the world a nosebag,
or it is about to die.