Howie Good
1
The horse collapsing on the bridge,
the fire in the background,
the use of the moon,
its flesh and fur stripped away
with elk-bone scrappers
and its hide made pliable
with the buffalo’s mashed brains.
2
The wolf sits back
on its haunches and watches.
The eye is the hammer.
To polish a diamond,
there is nothing like its own dust.
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010
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