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.
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.
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"They are now like wheelbarrows/ abandoned from behind"
ReplyDeleteSomething very touching in the helplessness of this. The fear, the itch for all of us; that we're pushed - we don't take ourselves anywhere.
WB,
DeleteThanks for your comment - as it turns out, I almost deleted this element - wondering if it was too out of place - but it kept forcing itself in as the apt description of the carstruck deer, its rear legs crippled and the creature mortally wounded, struggling toward its final falling down.
Thanks for thinking about the parabolic implications of this...
Cheers!
B.R.