Meggie Royer
Antler
Eventually they stopped trying to break the ice and haul
its body out, hooves crippled by water damage,
let it lay there beneath the surface
like someone else’s dream,
one in which the waking have no voice.
All along the roads the day after,
more deer showed up in the brush.
Glistening eyes set like black pearls
inside their skulls,
drifting toward the waterway, a dark parade.
In a home next to the river,
a woman arose from sleep and remembered
how all things end.
