ONE POEM – Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Posted: October 31, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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BLEEDING HORSES

Four horses
came to me in a dream
with their mouths bleeding.
The horses
talked; their red saddles
dripped. They spat
blood and broke off running
like demons from hell.

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