GUILTY
last night, it ventured
into my dreams
palmate antlers in brush
the dead meat of the moose
glass-like, frozen pupils,
staring at me
so dark, I could almost see
my reflection in them
and the blood trail that lead
to the rear of my truck
proving the guilt;
murderer, no one saw it,
I made that sure, but me

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The Elk Antler

T his a tale of an elk standing all alone
H ow brave she is in the midst of storm
E ach life battles she stand with the bones

E verybody seems all gone
L et her live in this vast curse land
K eeping by herself what she must done

A nd her heart was full of courage
N ever be afraid she continue to live
T he antler she carry is a God's message
L et there be hope and always believe
E mbrace what is left and live her dream
R emembering her once beautiful realm

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