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The Antelope Tree

by George Kalamaras

It killed you to see it—not the tree
but the antelope leg dangling
from it, part star, part scar,
cached, perhaps, by a big cat
from the hills. A deer not fifty yards
from it, grazing off Sheep Mountain
Road. Wood ticks must be grumbling
her flesh. The live animal,
or the dead one? You are neither
alive nor dead, you think,
the almost-full moon firing
the pines, one day from whole, one chunk
either side of complete. Something eating
its light, or feeding it.


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Dani December 3, 2012 at 5:10 pm

I like the way this one moves, like a cat stalking its prey or the pray looking back and the destruction feeding into creation. Powerful! Hope to read more of your work =)

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