Deer Carcass, Mifflinburg
Listen to GC Waldrep read the poem: Haruspexy at field’s edge.The unwritten soulstitches it into the fringeof its garment,I mean the image of it.We are told nothing, really.It’s a worldsweeping the bridefrom the hospital tiles.A snowstorm’s on its way.The field, vs.the known planets& the hospitals they succor.At the marginsof the statutory seasonof ancestral suffering,a gun …