Three Days Later
by Hannah New
and ran down the street,
the reins gathered on one side of his neck.
Galloping away, he kicked out
I saw him scramble,
dragging his back legs as he regained
his balance.
The blood left stains on his white tail.
Three Days Later,
I stuck my finger
into his wounds
to dig
the infection out
with my nail.
I thought of the
Resurrection. People
thrusting their hands
into His side. Not
to clean, but to
Be Cleansed.
He stood so still.