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What have you done?

Cast along a sigh -

a deer bleeding
entrails
close behind

both legs,
snapped

dragging behind;
a tangle of limbs

dark eyes-
shot
no tear,
but a question,
answered by a look back

it's legs
broken crutches
used only in a former life.

It can go no further,
stopping and falling
to it's place.

Blood spilling slowly
from it's foaming
red mouth.

Two front hooves -
scratching at the earth
it will soon leave.

It's final resting place
among the dead corn,
hacked to stalks.

It's eyes will soon glaze over;
filling with the numbing
chill
of death itself.

Wide eyes;
questioning humanity
what have you done?

Author notes

Maybe I'm the only one who is disturbed by America.
Or that my busdriver points out the sad... dying deer. He point at it - with no emotion...

Perhaps I am the only one who feels this way; death is so commonplace. But, I don't think I have ever watched something die before.

How can I remain this eerily calm.... like the rest of you.

Be honest here.

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  • emokiddpoet
    April 13
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    BEAUTIFUL

    I'm speechless


  • Lowell Poe
    April 10

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    oh lass...death is a part of life...
    the Irish believe in the circle of life.

    I may simply be
    a single drop of rain,
    but i will remain,
    and i'll be back again,
    and again,
    and again.

    The sweet out look you have is really how all should be....
    the longer you live the harder you become.
    dont do that...
    stay just as you are....
    feel this world....
    with all its pain and loss...
    feel everything lass...
    the ones you speak of have been born and died and born again many times...
    they just dont know it....
    what seems harsh is just acceptance....
    there is nothing we can do.....it is the great sadness and mystery of life.
    Never change little gypsy....
    your heart is pure and beautiful...
    you have many days in the sun....

    Bless your heart,
    Liam
    [real name]


  • badnovocaine
    January 25

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    No I get that feeling like that sometimes.
    Think of all the endangered species out there today, I
    know that has nothing to do with the poem, but it
    reminded me of a commercial I saw about Polar Bears
    going extinct. This reminded me of it in a weird way.

    Nice write, made me sad a little, I probably would have
    cried.
    Though amazing write, descriptive.