From The Last Will and Testament of Said Gun

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There used to be horses. On this farm alone we had thirteen. They were mostly silent, but every so often they would scream at the ground. Scream as if someone had whipped them beyond reason, or broken a rib. But there was no one near them, only the east wind working their fur like the tines of a fork.

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Andrew Grace

Andrew Grace is the author of three books of poems, including Sancta (Ahsahta Press, 2012). His work has appeared in The New Yorker , Poetry , Boston Review , Kenyon Review , Missouri Review , New England Review , and Poetry Daily . He has received a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in poetry from Stanford University, an Academy of American Poets Prize, and an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council.