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Burton L. Carlson
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Empty Deer

Deer hang
from the beds
of pickups.

The rigid tongues
slur words
that no longer matter.

The eyes express
neither fear
nor astonishment
in death.

Empty air
is between their legs
and blood-stained hair,

as if they had just
given birth. 

Nature, DeathSuzi PeelFebruary 14, 2016
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