Concrete Shoes

My hoof aches as the rebar
is pounded up and in.
The jello is nearly set.

My fellows are at the net.
Our herd takes words 
and builds pictures 
of our pasts
and our chinny whinny selves.

For our mold,
sentences must cast
as precise a reflection
of our actual foot.

All this is to show
our heads bottom
the pond together.