18 December 2012
Fallen Deer: A Parable
This is their field for falling down just beyond that strange black river with those long yellow fish. And since they were built (all legs and lungs) for running, they continued to run from memory (even after those moving moons and that brighter lightning struck their ribs, their flanks). They are now like wheelbarrows abandoned from behind and so they finally fall (and for the last time) just beyond the black water, after clearing the ditch. And since the mowers could not (or would not) mow over the bones, the scrub cedars are left to grow.