two hung deer from a tree
frayed rope
sinews beet-blood red in
winter’s afternoon
sound of tires rolling over
dirt road in the distance\
hollow as the air
when he skins
the last tufts of brown
coat from the dead doe
two hung deer from a tree
frayed rope
sinews beet-blood red in
winter’s afternoon
sound of tires rolling over
dirt road in the distance\
hollow as the air
when he skins
the last tufts of brown
coat from the dead doe