they shot the horse
he kicked 4 times
with the bullet in his
his skin shone
his skin sweated

they pushed him into a green trailer
pulled by a yellow tractor
driven by a man in a grey
felt hat

I walked back inside
and looked up the legs of a young woman
sitting and
reading the Racing Form

she made me hot

the dead horse had been my last

my handicaping was   going sour

then she saw me looking

I turned around
walked away

walked to a white water fountain
bent and drank.