Hooves leave fallen ground, leap midway
Through feverish air, slicing out
Sectors of sky, the blue field cleared
By fallen branches. Deer eyes plunge
Aortic boundaries, conceivable
Sight, neighboring danger. The faun,
Head low, eyes caught: a tangible static.
Warm coat of blood kinks with movement.
It comes & goes, a fragile hoax
Under our feet, trained, tamed, drawn out,
Something taught. Wild moss basks in dull
Tinges of winter, When facing
A cold front coax, you are ice frosted
Over, pulse pressed flush. The deer, me,
A stranger of fight or flight, a crook of arms,
A noble guillotine, a perfect
Spine. I renounce martyrdom, I
Grew up, forgave and forgot - Buried
The hatchet, blood dried from my back
- Diego please, I made peace with hostility,
With amputation, with nine arrows
And nine antlers. hoped we’d let it go,
Missed your younger face. Replace
The rough of my exit wounds. Pull
Your body in. Count my breaths,
Soft brown, faded light, fur and blood.
