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Hunted

Hemlock, Ohio

We eat what deer eat. Smoke
wags from black stacks
overhead, an acre of earth

the price for an ounce
of pure ore. Scattered among husks,
the backbones of a buck

lie like white coins.
Hounds howl wildly downwind
through fields of corn

bleached by acid rain. 
This season, hunters grow
thick in the woods.

Even the trees pull triggers.



Kip Knott’s most recent book of poetry is Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom, and so on (Kelsay Books). He has writing and photographs forthcoming in Barren Magazine, Great Lakes Review, La Piccioletta Barca, and Versification, More of his work can be accessed at kipknott.com.

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