Sam has been thinking about adding "5 minute poems" to the blog. I think it is a great idea except I don't write too many poems. Maybe I'll dust off some my old ones or maybe I'll get inspired to write some new ones. Anyway, I like this one that Sam wrote.
Dead Deer
I had walked around it for months
Not looking at it
Avoiding the smell
It had died right on the trail
Unlike the ones that had died in the grass, this one was
Slowly melting away
The birds had not found it
“They must have smelled it” he said
But they would not come into the trees
So instead of a sky burial, this one was turning
into the ground on which it lay.
Its frame only a shell
with holes in it.
Its bones were starting to show.
It was cold now, January,
and it no longer smelled.
I talked my eyes into looking.
In that half-light of the woods in winter,
I could only barely make out where the skin ended
and the earth began. It’s neck was arched,
head towards the tree.
Its dying pose.
(Sam)
January 2008