Barn, ducks, cow…
objects make us
make sense.
A painting of horses
that are part
of a war.
The war is subtle
but the horses
are not—
the idea of things
now lives
in the sounds
things make.
We don’t hear
the horses
but we do.
The war
is silent
as flesh
because the past
doesn’t know
how. The boy’s war
makes a sound
we imitate
by accident.