His Mind

His mind was lying dormant
    behind a heavy dark cloud
his ears were clotted with blood
    and small bits of bone
his eyes were glued shut
    with tears and biting frost
he sat on a bloody chair
    many miles from nowhere




his flesh slid off the bone
and fell
    into a bloody heap
    on the dirt floor




The Remington over under 12
    lay passively on the floor
       innocent and ominous
    splattered with his blood
       and veins




all was still as the -30 degree air
    frosted the windows
and the -65 degree windchill
    licked at the dying fire.


r.p.leith
4/2012