Joy Harjo counts horses, “She had horses who were bodies of sand. /She had horses who were maps drawn of blood…” in her landmark poem, “She Had Some Horses.”
Donald Hall, he’s known horses too: “O Roger, Mackerel, Riley, Ned, Nellie, Chester, Lady Ghost,” he keens at the end of his brutal poem, “The Names of Horses.”
Here in northern Vermont, we know dairy cattle, and recite