- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Kill
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Click hereThis is where it happened, in the knee-deep snow
blanketing the frozen Kawishiwi River. I'm standing
two steps from the freshly-stripped skeleton
of a moose that was killed and eaten by wolves.
Tangle of bones on a patch of blood-stained snow.
The centerpiece of the wolves' feast so incongruous
in this Arcadian landscape that it doesn't look real
at first. The wolves have ripped the carcass apart.
Spine's severed behind the rib cage. Legs disarticulated.
Smooth ball atop a femur gleams in the afternoon sun.
In the Church of Snow, we speak in whispers, circle
the denuded bones taking photos. I'm compelled
to not turn away, to examine the bones, to absorb
their lesson. Eventually, we leave the skeleton,
trudge back to our dogs and sleds. Sun's setting.
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowalmost 10 years agoBeautiful, lyrical description. I particularly liked the phrase 'to absorb their lesson'. I also very much liked that you did not attempt to make any assessments of significance beyond it being a reality incongruous to us.
Bringing in the banality of cameras and return to sledges gave depth and resonance.
I very much look forward to seeing more from you. Do be aware that the numbers viewing is normal for this section.
