A Horse

A Horse

When Taylor cut open the horse
Its guts slid out like snot
From the fist-sized hole
In its side. It horse-screamed, crumpled
And died. When he dug in, his hand
Made squish and spill til
He found his crackerjack
Prize: “Teach that bitch to eat
My cell phone.” I told him
A new phone would’ve costed less
Than a new horse, but he said
A phone doesn’t eat a horse.
Anyway it dripped as he held it
To his ear and called the cops: “Quick.
A big dead thing is blockin
The street and gettin gross on everybody.”