of
animals on the wall.
bear and deer,
a moose.
things
he shot and killed.
stuffed
and peering down
each day
with black marble eyes.
no longer
in grief
or pain.
just the head.
the rest eaten? perhaps.
or buried.
below them were
pictures
of an ex wife,
smiling, a different sort
of long ago
prize.
around him little
seemed
to survive.
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