Innocence and a Side of Sovereignty
by LUTHER HUGHES
Somewhere between the sunken dark,
and the moon’s overbearing glow, a shadow
opening his pants. Artistic some would say.
Others might spin the scene: intruder, malice.
Those are beautiful words, too. Like a ruined
church can sometimes become artifact; broken
wall—abandoned—a legion of dust. The language
used will be that of history. I don’t mind.
If a deer is still a deer after the coyote
releases it from its mouth, is it the chase
that excites the hound? If the coyote
still hungers, does the deer hold all the power?
By now, I am eager to be taken, though
as darkness enters, it is he who belongs to me.