Land, Money, Women

by Rachel Morgan

Curvy, collapsed barns

decay on Rural Route 1.

Rotting mattress and car doors

roost in empty horse stalls.

Grass cut in the pasture makes hay.

But straw’s a hollowed stalk,

good only for warmth or bedding.

With land or money the impulse

for murder is straightforward,

like a monarch to milkweed,

but the untamable heart knows

what it wants only after, just

as a poorly crafted saddle

makes for a testy horse.