I saw another filthy unicorn
on the way into work today.
This one once had a white coat,
obviously,
but you could tell she had never been properly groomed.
Tied to the butt end of a trailor
with her nozzle in a slop bucket.

Her tits were hanging rather low--
I could only guess where her foal was.

I pulled the car over, on the birm of the freeway,
just to get a closer look.
I had a digital with me,
but it's battery was uncharged.

I slipped through the wirey fence
close to a line of trees
and looked around.
My bowels tingled a bit
when I noticed the still air and the lattice work
around the trailor.

I felt like I had been here before.
My sandles were no match for the briars.
I squinted ahead.
The horn had mud caked around the base.

Just as she noticed me,
I snagged a piece of my ankle.
When I looked closer at myself, I became astounded:
the intracellular microfludics I had long expected
were finally exposed
in all of their brilliant greeness.