Among Elks

By Joseph Spece Joseph Spece
Woke in the brume,
lilacs like turf stars.

The late fawn
standing in his syrups;

bucks down the swale
chewing sedge.

We move south
to slopes of sleeping poppy,

past the white alder,
bending heads to scent

of calx—in natural dark
a man tries his hand

at belonging. He
with greave of hide, a born

hood, lay with three
spikes in the clay, green

peak in the breeze.
He whose breathing

wrongs the still.
You stir now to mend,

to redress?
To be one of us, after all this?

Source: Poetry (November 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Joseph Spece received BA degrees in English and philosophy from Boston College in 2005 and an MFA from Columbia University in 2009.

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