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Roadkill Coyotesprawls across the centerlinebackleg broken * round glazed eyes glassy as marbles unwavering * unblinking as the world rolls by now unnoticed or maybe all seen & thus merely unremarkable * no fudge or flinch of instinct * just the cold last look of it all i turn the car around & go back to the body * drag her off the road * steam rises when I stroke her flanks the jaw locked open * canine teeth menacing even in death i take out my knife * sing a death song & thanking coyote i cut off her tail fur too beautiful to bury & then pull her hind end deeper into the rabbitbrush beside the highway's shoulder all the way home * down the canyon & up Norwood Hill singing her back into the mystery |
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Issue #13, January, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.