This one, unlike the previous ones, stopped me cold.
I’m not going to say what it’s about. It’s better if you read the poem, the whole thing, from start to finish, to get the full impact.
Here are the bits that got me. The whole thing is in the same mould, and the power of the poem keeps building and building as the poem goes on:
One threw a dirt clod and it ran, and when it paused,
another threw a rock and it trotted out of range,
so they pursued it, lobbing rocks and sticks,
just to see it gallop, which was beautiful,
Go read it for yourself. Go buy the book, for only for this one poem.
It stopped me cold, I tell you. Cold.