The Elk

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May 28, 2016 by Laird

 

The Elk
One morning as a man and dog traveled an
Old dirt road through the mountains,
An elk emerged from the briars
Among the ponderosa pine.
Scarred black muzzle, lop-ears, gray flanks.
Her eyes were also black
As the cold ancient stars and the ever dilating
Space between them.
The dog barked and strained at the leash,
Primitive blood recalling horns winded,
A thousand savage chases.
The elk regarded man and dog,
Fearless and innocent;
Her blood recalled nothing of the spear.
She ambled along barbwire, hooves kicking up the ashes
Of last summer’s fire
Until she found a gap and darted into the pines;
Fleeting shadow, always west.

 

Years grind the mountains.
His wife’s photograph
Reminds him of the great inferno
That scorched the cliffs of the valley
And of the black ash that curls in its wake,
How dust lies upon dead roots of shelled trees
Waiting to fall to splinters when the wind comes down
Out of the north in October;
The dust will remain for generations.
Walking toward her means crossing scorched earth
Into darkness.
The truth of it is,
Bitterness is green sap flowing to the wound.
Sometimes he dreams he is the elk;
Thunder outside his tent
Is the report of a hunter’s rifle.
He shambles, then flies,
Euphoric with terror and longing,
Beyond the break in the barbed fence.
Pastures and hills and sky
Keep raveling
Farther than he’ll ever have or know.

 

10 thoughts on “The Elk

  1. Sarwar Baig says:

    Excellent stuff. 🙂

  2. Kris Morgan says:

    This is really great. A wilderness theme crops up again for you. Some yearning to get back to nature, or at least back to a primal means of existing? Would love to read more poetry from you, Laird (I didn’t know how much of it you’ve actually written til listening to one of the Miskatonic Musings podcasts you were on, but now I’m really curious).

    • Laird says:

      Thanks, Kris. No, I’m content to live in farm country with occasional forays into the woods (and poetry). I might collect a book of poems one day.

  3. Bruce Chrumka says:

    Superb piece, Laird.

  4. T.E. Grau says:

    Damn, Laird’s going to move me to start reading poetry again…

  5. Josh B says:

    Beautiful poem. I would also love a poetry collection.
    Congrats on the Putnam deal as well 🙂 But how many hours a day can you possibly work?
    Please take care of your health, i need you.
    Best wishes.

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