This sign, DEER XING,
from its post where the rivets bend,
is perforated with shotgun spray,
the silhouette released. You could say
some target shooters or trucking drunks
with kegs and rifle butts in their trunks
might have aimed for some other buck
than the small dimension that ran black
out of a red eye's periphery. Suppose blood
was beer--then it hemorrhaged on the hood.
They mount their memories, their reason
to hunt with insanity in season.
Four wheels ran DEER XING flattened
from its post, where the rivets bend.