Poem -
Letter to a Doe
Down the street
Where corn used to grow
96 Nuclear eyes
Against hardened snow
I’ve heard your voice
Night runner
In the butt of my skull
Asking, at the end of each road:
“…Would you spare a man… all his sin…knowing that he killed your kin?”
And the stars bent low.
I would pray.Â
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I love this so much! You've really broken my heart with this, such a sore topic with me being from the country side. But poems are always beautiful involving such a vulnerable animal.
Well done!