antler

for the pity love
my short sight to the stubs of my hooves
grinded down from awkward pawing
limestone worn away from years of blasting sand
high winds over great plains
watching each and every one of you
drop like bison
don't even hear the train pass
speeding steel cock
put your head down on the endles line
away from here
expanding space will only stretch things
so the rearview mirror says
as long as you can see me
i will never leave you
to a semi or some cross country thing
thinks the greener must be here
or if i haven't found love
in the arms of these beasts
perhaps i should try another
so pick up my head from the buzzing rail
wait for the raging storm
wait for the horns of my metal death
so all the other deer
watch