Saturday Poem

The Fox

Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air

Because she limps a little – bleeds
Where they shot her

Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangman's legs

Because I'd like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound

Because she can't afford to die
Killing the young in her belly

I don't know to say of a soldier's dying
Because there are no proportions in death.

by Kenneth Patchen
from Selected Poems
New Directions Paperbooks,1957

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