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outlined easily in thinning mottled grey fur.
Bony shoulders roll in their sockets,
jut as its neck lowers, nosing the ground,
frantic over new-found scent -- breathes up dust.
cross over, cross back, unsystematic, frenetic,
as the coyote veers, lurches for best direction.
The pack’s yipping yaps, yapping yips gather
into a wheeling tangle of dog-knees, perked ears,
gnashing teeth, nipping each other’s bony ankles,
mistaking those standing in the scent for the scent.
ALL Packed into one devouring mind,
they race the leader for the kill.
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Photo © Hadji Doria. Used by Permission
translation by John Haymaker
"They just walk around like that every day?"
"So this is what polygamy's about."
"But invariably there comes a day, I mean, when a man can't go on. What then?"