Wapiti | Anne Marie Wells Poetry

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Wapiti

A colossus from the Gros Ventres — or maybe
the Tetons — you, a giant who reigned now lies

butchered in a metal bowl in the fridge,
next to the hummus and leftover asparagus.

After living years of winter ruts, 700-pound rivals, survival
through what I cannot imagine while hiding in blankets

watching the blizzard through the window. Your pulse
succumbed to a bullet. And I wonder if this…