The Corpse
In our lower field,
within a ring of hair and
trampled earth, lies the body
of a fully-grown, female
moose.
Cause of death? Brain worm,
the Warden says, that parasite
carried by white-tailed deer and spread
by snails on water grasses.
Pity.
Will you take her away?
Record her death, place and time?
A shake of his head. No.
No more state biologists here
for moose.
The dead moose still lies
in our field, ignored by bureaucrats.
But what do they know?
Better to heed vultures,
ravens and jays.
Hear the coyotes who come at dark
to crush her ribs and pull her limbs.
They bay at the moon and stars,
praise and proclaim reverence for
the Goddess.
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| ...as she slowly becomes Earth... |
