by Pepper Trail
They are coming out of the hills into town
Young bucks, spiked with peachfuzz velvet
Old bulls, necks thick and haunches heavy
Veterans of the autumn brawls of many years
They enact the understood rituals of threat
Send signals of dominance, await submission
This has worked among themselves forever
In the sparring, none got hurt, usually not
But now, nothing is enough for respect
Not the bellow, the big beard, the big arms
Not the waved flag, the holstered sidearm
Not even the AR-15 - nothing is enough
So there will be trouble - how not?
Baffled by the strangers in their way
Hearing only challenge in the voices raised
They lower their heavy heads and, blindly, charge
Pepper Trail is a poet and naturalist based in Ashland, Oregon. His poetry has appeared in Rattle, Atlanta Review, Spillway, Kyoto Journal, Cascadia Review, and other publications, and has been nominated for Pushcart and Best of the Net awards. His collection Cascade-Siskiyou was a finalist for the 2016 Oregon Book Award in Poetry.
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Thursday, July 14, 2016
LIVING THINGS
by Gil Hoy
Until you’ve hurled the spear
or triggered the bullet
Pulled the jagged blade from
still warm flesh and washed
Blood from your hands,
Watched twinkling brilliant
eyes go cold and dark,
Put the plastic-wrapped package back
in the case and be on your way
You know not what you do.
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Until you’ve hurled the spear
or triggered the bullet
Pulled the jagged blade from
still warm flesh and washed
Blood from your hands,
Watched twinkling brilliant
eyes go cold and dark,
Put the plastic-wrapped package back
in the case and be on your way
You know not what you do.
Gil Hoy is a Boston trial lawyer currently studying poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program where he had received a BA in Philosophy and Political Science. Hoy received an MA in Government from Georgetown University and a JD from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as Brookline MA Selectman for 4 terms. Hoy's poetry appears or is upcoming in Right Hand Pointing-One Sentence Poems, The Potomac, Clark Street Review, TheNewVerse.News and The Penmen Review.
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