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carried off by boredom from the deer blind / followed older brothers footsteps / through the thick brush in behind him slow / approaching where the forest broke / saw him standing at the tree line / hunter orange distorted in the boughs of pines / between us in the woods
where i stood now in my hand-me-downs in the cold / the same ones my uncle wore / in that framed page from the press / both of them up north / above dad's desk / a couple years after their father's death / and his brother left
stood and watched him scan the open field with his rifle scope / about a mile deep / twice as wide at least / where we could see / military netting draped across the canopy of trees
tried to keep up where he walked on / there appeared to be some compound / on the far side of the clear-cut / we knew the rumors of militia grounds in the north / heard on our radios / locals poaching does talk in voices down / by the bait piles on the ridge
and father waited patient eyeing deer sign from his blind by the lake and I / on the other side of it / kept on walking through the field / to find my brother standing posed with his gaze locked / in the ground down in a pit
scattered with carcasses / skin on their bones dried / skulls sawed for the antlers of the dead / like some portal to nowhere now / for forever and no time i watched / trancelike with the vultures overhead / heard his boots in the grass again / the fading of footsteps away / knew he was walking off / to the compound up ahead / and i knew i had to break from the trance / follow fast in that direction / or i'd never find a way to close the gap
that if i stared down in the corpses there transfixed / he would go that way forever / and i would stay here / staring downward / and i did
