Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Deer, Still Warm

What if I stood over her
and commended her to heaven?
I would be arrested maybe,
for not following the way
of all that is already dead;
Paper, numbers, the past,
the future, regrets, opposites,
structure, hope, worth,
city hall and steeples.

So I drive by and a pink X
will be sprayed on her hide
like a profane cross.

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