The Fox
Because the snow is deep
Without spot that white falling through white air
Because she limps a little – bleeds
Where they shot her
Because hunters have guns
And dogs have hangman's legs
Because I'd like to take her in my arms
And tend her wound
Because she can't afford to die
Killing the young in her belly
I don't know to say of a soldier's dying
Because there are no proportions in death.
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by Kenneth Patchen
from Selected Poems
New Directions Paperbooks,1957