Let's see.
This one is called, "The Agnostic
Speaks to Her Horse's Hoof."
And the word frog in the first line
refers to the under portion of the hoof of a horse.
It's the center, soft part where there is still some feeling.
"The Agnostic Speaks to Her Horse's Hoof."
Come, frog, reveal yourself.
Surface out of the poultice, the muck and manure pack.
Make your miraculous V to stand up.
Show me as well, the tickle place, that cleft between.
The good book says a man's life is as grass the wind
passes over and is gone.
According to the National Geographic,
the oceans will lie down, dead as cesspools, in 60 years.
Let us ripen in our own way.
I, with my back to the trunk of a butternut
that has caught the fatal red canker.
And on my knee, this skillet of your old foot.
The hoof pick is God's instrument,
as much as I know of Him.
In my hands, let it raise your moon, Amanda, your nerve bone.
Let us come to the apocalypse, complete without splinter
or stone.
Let us ride out on four iron feet.