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Dead Animal Poems
byPeter Shippy


At the end of the poem, the storm breaks
And the narrator walks outside to assess
The damage. She wades through the snow,
The flood, the deluge of trees and brick
Thrown up by the hurricane, the typhoon,
The blizzard. Near the family plot
She comes across a drowned deer, a dog
With a broken neck, a frozen bird
And puts it between her bare palms
And leans against her mother’s crooked
Marker to blow warm air over
The animal until the little
Buck comes to life and gores her eye
And runs into the woods. I love that part.