Liquid blood found inside a prehistoric 42,000 year old foal.
Siberian Times, April 16th, 2019
Bog Dobbin, Equus lenensis, leggy newborn
foal – dirt-stiffened, like a toy abandoned
and exposed by a melting patch of snow,
its bay plush caked with clay. The mud
he drank when he drowned and a guzzle
of mare’s milk turning sour slosh inside
his gut. Hot-water bottle grown cold,
pajama-bag stowing undigested dreams,
shriveled wineskin holding dregs of a vinegary
elixir – the infant’s heart is a veiny sponge
a-sop with the world’s oldest blood.
In a Siberian lab scientists draw fluid
from the golem laid before them on the slab,
seeking in vials of urine and cruor
claret conjurations to reconstitute its soul
in a petri dish. In a sterile stable the chosen
host stands placid in her stall, vessel made ready
to bear and birth a shadow of the resurrected foal.
Little Horse of the Apocalypse, whose blunt
mahogany face is carved with sound-holes
like an antique instrument’s, whose unshod hooves
are crude omegas curved with luck, whose equine gaze
is a dirt-glazed pane through which the past
stares into the now-known now: shudder
creature! Stamp your four feet free of muck,
snort puffs of dust as sounds screech drily
across taut untuned chords strung
in your throat – a wakening shriek: the scream
you must scream to summon your Rider.
Rise stallion, whinny, flick your black tail.