Saturday, November 15, 2008
Shopping for Deer
I went shopping for deer.
There were no deer.
The shopping cart became the deer.
I brought it home.
I climbed inside.
I turned the lights off.
The seasons changed.
I lived on earth.
Sometimes the bright sun shone.
I became old.
When I die, I will remember the deer.
I will remember its wheels and antlers.
I will remember its silver bones that are
a womb for flesh and lightning.
inspired by this amazing image:"Hunters" on Next Nature