I
And from the evergreen trees,
walked a herd of white-tailed deer—
two pairs of twelve point antlers
leading
through a field, dead brown, and crisp.
The sky was colorless; sun
shone butter pale, unmelting.
II
Seemingly unseen, I watched,
and the deer continued to
near.
Two by two, they shed their great
horns, and shrugged off liar’s hides—
carrion for the black crows.
So many crows crowing as
the canis lupus rose up.
III
I lay on my soft belly
and wept for my red insides.
I imagined a stabbing
and wondered if a long tooth
would leave the same sensation.
They didn’t begin with my
middle.
Rather, they went for my limbs.
I felt my muscles shred, and
and the running wet red scorched.
IV
Here I lie dying, but I
killed two wolves with my bare hands.
One by one I unhinged their
jaws and ripped out their hot tongues.
Here I lie dying, but I
killed two wolves with my bare hands.
V
I can hear them eating, but
I don’t feel it anymore.
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