long legs like poles
inflated nose and pendulous ugly head
flap pf neck skin
antlers like stiff hands
breath hot and heaving,
piss stream on October snow
holds to the margins
and calls from the frosted willows,
pounds the mud and urine
with hooves splayed and menacing,
splashes the essence on his underbelly
perfumed and eager
to slide his shivering phallus
consumed by the lineage
maddening in his blood,
heedless of the watcher
crouched in singular intention
mimicking the grunts of rivals
steps from the shadows
to affirm the brotherhood,
hears not the croak of ravens who know
nor the explosion of life's sad end
slumps on the trail that led him
out from the dome of stars
where his spirit endured the cold night
now the space of nothingness aches
for the steaming gut pile
that marks his passing
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