by Jim Davis

the boning knife in the partridge breast
the viper’s fang in the pastor’s hand
the gold hook for hummingbird earrings
the grip of grief braiding the inside of a body
the wrench to the head of a catfish
the filet blade spilling roe
the totem hung from a sunburnt neck
the tolls of bells echoing a valley
the sleet, the snow, the things that bury
the spade erect in frozen Minnesota
the buried thing
the key opening a tin of stewed tomatoes
the squeezing of wheezes from a field mouse
the gray sky sharpens itself on naked branches

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