the deer are back
from the surrounding fields
and stare at me
like locals
speechless faces
staring staring
at me
this place is so small
that many a good word will never arrive here,
a revolution of kindness forever foreclosed
can't define a culture here
only a local color eroticised
thus in cattle country all cows are look alikes
pre-sexed by dictate which is not nature's
thus all language, imported sentiment
only to be outsmarted
by local fantasies
torturers of dreams
deer thus move like humans
as already pre-sexed things
choicelessly coerced
only to perform complicities
repeating circular rhymes
acting hysterics