on barbed wire aswarm with dying
wasps come to me spotlit near the cattleguard Their eyes are twin
furnaces I’ve told you this before My father and I
sleep in the cabin every weekend under thermal blankets as the wind soughs gunshots
early to the season
the season cut by creeks where ghosts swim downriver to fish Wings extended midflight
they hang like taxidermied birds [End Page 64]
Rodney Wilhite is a poet and educator living in Fayetteville, Arkansas. His poems have appeared in Pleiades, Fourteen Hills: The SFSU Review, The Puritan, and elsewhere. Much of his writing focuses on the disappearance of rural culture in the 21st century, especially (but not exclusively) in his native northeastern Oklahoma.