The foal from the Batagai crater – by Devon Balwit

 

The foal from the Batagai crater

lived two months before succumbing
to cold or hunger. Tamped into tundra

for over thirty-thousand years, it emerged
statue-perfect from its earthen skin, a marvel

of muzzle against foreleg. I see this pose
in every pasture I pass. Like the corpses raised

from peatbogs, I await some sleight of hand
to restore motion. If it could clatter away

from the cold table of the lab men, I could run
my hands over warm flanks in greeting.

Leaning in, I would breathe an earlier air.
Save yourself, I might whisper. Save us.

Yet if it had, I might never have seen
the delicate quick of its hooves, its mud-

caked lashes, its matted tail-tuft. Every cult
calls for sacrifice. Every poet requires a body.

 

 

 

Devon Balwit lives scarily close to the Cascadia Subduction Zone. She has six chapbooks and three collections out in the world. Her individual poems can be found here as well as in print and on-line journals. For more, see her website at: here

4 thoughts on “The foal from the Batagai crater – by Devon Balwit

  1. I like everything about this poem. marvelous work indeed. My hat’s off.
    (Though, I do have to wonder: Unless the usage is intended, shouldn’t the line read,”Leaning in, we could [breathe] an earlier air” ?)

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