Fowling Piece

By Heidy Steidlmayer Heidy Steidlmayer
The 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 magazine

February 2008
 Heidy  Steidlmayer


Heidy Steidlmayer's poems have appeared in Poetry, TriQuarterly, Ploughshares, Literary Imagination, Michigan Quarterly Review, and elsewhere. Steidlmayer is the recipient of the J. Howard and Barbara M.J. Wood Prize from Poetry and a Rona Jaffe Writers' Award. She is the author of a book of poems, Fowling Piece (2012).

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SUBJECT Living, Death, Relationships, Family & Ancestors, Activities, Sports & Outdoor Activities, Nature, Animals


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