A Coat to Keep Her Warm

[rowens]

BEASTS
She was so old,
she could called back days
when rumbling trains would crossed the land,
when she would see from her car see
the brown black beasts
pummeling the ground
matching the thunder
of the metal beast beneath her seat.
She saw them fall too,
silent lead from invisible rifles
thumping into heaving hides,
final snorts of life rippling the golden grass.
She snuggled into the thick black coat
that warmed her while as her fires she waned,
remembering how the beasts dried to white,
bony exclamation points glinting in the of night.