William C. Olsen

The Afterlife of Deer

Anything but unsurprising is

a habit deer have
What they are to me until they happen

in snow/leaf/wind
sun/rain/moon
is nothing if not always serendipitous

In my globe of space and time
they change place with one another That
is what memory is

That is why we die
interchangeable
shadows of scud-clouds scudded across winter’s

blade-scraped ice
heaven is the same
for them

frozen pond
empty swing sets
heaven


unfortunate birth
uncontrollable circumstance
heaven

they dream of corn
our underworld
this ice pond

Heaven’s roof we walk gingerly upon
or its ceiling cracks
Death is beneath us

Heaven is beneath us
Earth is beneath us
Joy is beneath us Contempt

is only human


We are told not to feed
Whatever record left behind
only yesterday

The nuanced tilt of the two halves
of the hoof prints
whatever thought them up

not all that mindful
The oaks start bearing
pea-sized acorns

cut down on predators
there is no other choice but life and more life
or less

and let the animals starve
and not to feed
just watch That was what our life was


Their tracks get all mixed up for us
Their silence is
unheard of

a time before paradise or loss
that calm of theirs good sense
Best to go unseen

How have their carcasses been disposed
You can’t see hear
you can’t even smell

such sour silence


Did I tell you about three of them
the family I talked to
as to a pet or a child

baby talk what I said depending
so little on them
surprise didn’t speak a word it washed its hands

Their very appearance is a cliff
I walk off
and fall to earth and live to tell Their Story

My memory
is a thief and my imagination
an undertaker

some family
unmoved
surprised


Harvest midnight
Carcass strung up on a basketball hoop
is still twirling

Harvest bleeds
gyres
on driveway
the sun shining down Where you are
they are
never to be lost or found

no ghost with pen can put to speech or song
one who looked up at me
from the golf course

through the windshield of my moving car
made eye contact and held it
and looked and looked

Memory drove away


sight of tongue
sleight of eyes
They disappear only to reappear

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