POEM
Fowling Piece
Heidy SteidlmayerThe pull of guns I understand,
my father taught me hand on hand
how death is. Life asserts.
(Best take it like a man.)
I shot a dove, the common sort
and mourned not life but life so short
that gazed from death as if unhurt.
And I had nothing to report.
Source: Poetry (February 2008).
This poem originally appeared in the February 2008 issue of Poetry.
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