the knife saws back along skin\u2019s edge seaming its rent robes <\/p>\n
back together the blood crawls back up the groin testicles unhack <\/p>\n
blood the frost gives it back up and keeps giving it back up <\/p>\n
the dogs spit up chunks of bloody deer heart unsnarling <\/p>\n
and the barking comes back in their chest as nothing but rattle<\/p>\n
the comealong wench cranks back down the hook out the tendon <\/p>\n
the antler-crowned head thumps the ground my fourteen <\/p>\n
yearold back shoving him through the mudrut back to the truck <\/p>\n
flinging him bodily in the bed back down the dirt road <\/p>\n
tires popping rocks bringing down the dust daddy\u2019s cigarette <\/p>\n
unflings itself comes back burning through the cracked window <\/p>\n
like a small torch that can\u2019t burn bright enough and won\u2019t die out <\/p>\n
plumes of steam swirl back into my mouth thick tongue back <\/p>\n
the paleness comes back the redness leaving like the snags of cloud <\/p>\n
slipping silently breaking over the back of wolverton mountain <\/p>\n
back to the stand the percussive thud melts out of the air echoing <\/p>\n
my daddy\u2019s grin leaks away that rare that possum grin it\u2019s gone <\/p>\n
flecks of blood explode back into the deer chest back into the hung skeleton <\/p>\n
back into the string of veins gun barrel chokes on its white hot cough <\/p>\n
my finger untrembles lets go the trigger bring back the big breath <\/p>\n
unclench the gun unload the bullet unclimb the stand draw back the call\u2019s grunt <\/p>\n
until I\u2019m just a boy walking under a winter-ash sky behind my daddy <\/p>\n
saying how the clouds hang like catfish heads on a trotline <\/p>\n
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