The morning drive 
along a solitary road
kicks up dust 

that streams between sunlight 
and splits two fields,
one where a horse appears

out of somewhere
in the middle of nowhere
that feels like somewhere (else)

this creature 
of strength
of force
of warning

signals that it is not alone
and that three more will appear
seemingly out of nowhere;

are we too late?
too busy admirning faded beauty
in our somewhere
that will be pummeled 

and become a lost path
buried beneath layers of settled dust–
with cadavers further contaminating fallow fields
in the middle of a forgotten morning drive
to nowhere