Catherine Rockwood

No dignity for you, Inachus’ daughter;
come early-modern times you’ll be a byword
with hooves flailing in air, always embarrassed.
Down the long centuries your spectators
will watch you plunge and wave that unkempt arse
at Heaven. They sit gravely, reins in hand,
these equites. How equable. You veer,
and see a polished steed prick up its ears.

Catherine Rockwood's poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Antiphon, Literary Imagination, The Fem and ONLY LIGHT CAN DO THAT, a post-election anthology compiled by PEN Center USA.

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