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Traveling Through The Dark
(January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993 / Kansas)

Traveling Through The Dark

Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.

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I thought hard for us all- my only swerving- , then pushed her over the edge into the river. // beautiful poem penned
Bad poem, I agree with older dankboi, it can suck dic
Just terrible, worst poem I ever read.
It sucked my dic. That is how bad it was
Amazing poem I love it
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