frankie the horse
rob took me on the kingquad
felt like 90
acres
&
acres
&
we saw frankie
the horse
he was beautiful
&
my age
there were holes where his eyes were
to feed a malnourished cub
with nothing left to do
but put chains around his legs
hoist him up on the tractor
drive him out to the woods
pet his mane
tell him you love him
&
pull the trigger
Salvatore Donato is a writer, musician, and special education teacher in Philadelphia. His writing focuses on time, loss, acceptance, and death. Most recently, he has been writing about personal loss he has experienced since. He looks forward to sharing his pieces with the community.