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This poem is taken from PN Review 77, Volume 17 Number 3, January - February 1991.

Poems of Hi Lö John Peck

CLAM SHELL WITH HUNTING SCENE

Resolving autumn, and by Rhine flood
vine-hung bunkers kneel among shore ripples.
      Lather and branch lash, white tail tuft
Where the hunter, still and then leaping, is renewed bloodrush
paced by the ever-valving and shuttering deep iris.
      Quarried companionship, pursued gift
Justice with headsman's axe slides among shades of
justice with sashed gaze and all-bearing shoulders.
      String longing for the shaft

Ravenous paws of the maples scooping, cuffing at
the chance wing, arrows from the water, quarry from the heart.
      No rehearsals, the act has begun, is swift
Spot weld by the missile caught side-on running, there is
no leakage of the message fused by flesh into mind,
      A value fugitive and feeding, the dripping pike gaffed
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