Wednesday, July 22, 2009

It Won't Be Thanksgiving Without Wild Game

For Breece DJ Pancake

Winter's a God damned thief.

There is nothing left of the farm
but skin and bones;
the white dust of first frosts,
twitching skeletal oaks,
and corn brought to its knees
begging for mercy.

Take your rifle
and storm the grey light.

Bring back death
slung over one shoulder
skinned, dressed, and ready
for skillet

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