Poecology

Issue 3

 

 
 

RJ Hooker

 

Subalpine Shooting Range

 
 
early august

the air fog-bruised the night welling up
jacklight of sunset
staggered lodgepole and ponderosa

life stratified
deer won’t cross the timberline
the trees are stunted crooked krummholz
bark stripped from buck rubs
dry air bronzed needles

mica flecks and pink quartz

king’s crown and primrose staggered by a slash of stream
clusters of thin-stemmed mushrooms
Laccaria laccata
edible

men building a cabin on the next mountan erratic hammering

Ursus Americanus our bear
jaw bone black fur fat-slick against remains jaw broken dragged away the need to
touch it
to touch it to make it not-human to make it human
to react this way the impulse to collect the bones to hold them

taxonomy is a measure of distance

campfire ash and cold coals
clay pigeons their bright neon orange sores broken out over rock one skids through bounces
shatters like a dinner plate

sound of hammers smell of sulphur