By Force

By Force
by Carl Philips

Look—they're turning: how gracefully each
           moves, in the surprise of woundedness—and,
where arrow meets flesh, the blood corsaging . . .

           Revelation, jackhammers, love, four hooves
in the dirt. How speechless, now. As if always
           light must wed the dark, eventually, and the dark

mean silence. I disagree. Touch not the crown— Don't touch me—

1 thought on “By Force

  1. Startling, surprising, awful. A deer hunt, I presume; “touch not the crown” alluding to a buck’s antlers but also to his royalty as a creature, and his onlooker. I can’t explain “revelation, jackhammers, love, four hooves in the dirt,” but it works.

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