Good Life

Deer-Skinning

As the deer once dashed





To drink from the brook

Our waters whet





For white-tail’s meat;





The steel has sliced

Through skin and through bone

And steel now straps





The stag by its feet

The flesh of the flank

Unfolds like a cape

From hearths of the hart

To haunches of red;





In shrouds of a steam

That swirls in the night





The winter woods





Give warmth of the dead





Through gases gleam

The grooves of the brawn

Like vinyl of violet

And varnish of plaque;

From gambrel to ground

A glistening sight

In the beam of the bulb

That brightens the shack





Through membranes like moons

The metal now carves

Down tendons and tracks

And tongues of soft gore;





So balmy the blood

That bursts from the neck

And splashes in streams





On the sawdusted floor

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