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Under my heels and their hooves. I shall write this by kerosene, Pitch a tent in the pasture, and starve. FoxBlood Blood blister over my thumb-moon Rising, under clear still plastic Still rising strongly, on the rise Ofunleashed dog-sounds: sound broke, Log opened. Moon rose Clear bright. Dark homeland Peeled backward, scrambling its vines. Stream showed, scent paled In the spray ofmountain-cold water. The smell dogs followed In the bush-thorns hung like a scarf, The silver sharp creek Cut; offyonder, fox feet Went printing into the dark: there) In the other wood) The uncornered animal's) running Is halffloating off Upon instinct. Sails spread) fox wings Lift him alive overgullies) Hair tips allover him lightly Touched with the moon's red silve1j Back-hearing around The stream ofhis body the tongue ofhounds Feather him. In his own animal sun Made ofhuman moonlight) Heflies like a bolt running home) Whose passage kills the current in the rive1j Whose track through the cornfield shakes The symmetryfrom the rows. Once shot, he dives through a bush Buckdancer's Choice / 2 I 8 And disappears into air. That is the bush my hand Went deeply through as I followed. Like a wild hammer blazed my right thumb In the flashlight and moonlight And dried to one drop Offox blood I nail-polished in, That lopsided animal sun Over the nearly buried Or rising human half-moon, My glassed skin halfmooning wrongly. Between them, the logging road, the stopped Stream, the disappearance into The one bush's common, foreseen Superhuman door: All this where I nailed it, With my wife's nailbrush, on my finger, To keep, not under, but over My thumb, a hammering day-and-night sign Ofthat country. Fathers andSons I. THE SECOND SLEEP Curled, too much curled, he was sleeping In a chair too small for him, a restless chair That held no place for his arms. In his sleep he grew legs to replace them As his father liftingly strained And carried him to the next room. All the time he settled away A gentle man looked upon him And then walked out ofthe house And started his evergreen car. Fathers and Sons / 2I9 ...


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