Snap, thrum.
Numb forearm, wrist's throat.
Flash of white
on tan. Start.
Hightail
stag-fast
bounce down, then up
a chaparral-choked
arroyo. Clatter of stone
and dust.
From here his
four-point rack appears
a prayer
held aloft,
velvet fingers splayed,
crooked, askew
under an electric-red
sun-shocked sky
wider, more vast
than any a hunter
has ever seen.
Black-green sanctuary, nightfall:
impossible. Animal
brother mammal
scream a terrible scream
a wounded child sings.
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