Boy In Victory
Blued steel and a walnut stock
gravity made greater by the smell
of oil, brass and leather
soiled in the sweat of the Fathers
I inch the window and squint
across a vast blue fan
to the cottonwood
and Black Spot who's caw
I've come to hate
Rear sight / front sight / animal X align
lead stitches light wings flash
the dot atop the i drops
and my arms are suddenly unsure
of where to rest the rifle
as I call the dog
Time enough now
to find the body