Publication: Voices from the Attic, Volume XXVII, a publication of The Madwomen in the Attic (Carlow University, Pittsburgh, PA)
Publication date: November 2021
Ravine
The silence
in the absence of other people stretches out
so far
I can wrap myself up in it,
and all the small lives in the treetops
the grass & between the stones speak to me for a while.
I wish I could talk back,
differentiate the hoarse nag of the wintering blue jay
from the call of the crow, one soul to another,
strolling across the lawn like girlfriends on their way to brunch.
Later, I stand at the edge of the woods
stare into the thick mothering maw of it
and think
of ravines
of hunters
chasing deer into that final trap,
unloading bullets
of men who do not believe in swift, merciful, necessary deaths
animal-to-animal, on nature’s terms
& of the ravine falling quiet again, after the death.
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