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Zoë Eaton

Venison

Last night 
I stepped over 4 men 
pulling red silks from 
the belly of an elk,
his beautiful body 
still steaming on the snow.

Pearled antlers once pressed
through satin pines,
the things he carried 
now spilled and trodden
by his silent assailants. 
          Where is he now?

A pile of surfaces,
trembling skins, dampened
furs, all made weak 
by winter gazes 
of hunters as they
prepare for their feast of muscle 
and salt.




Zoë Eaton is 17 years old and lives in remote Montana. She hopes to do a lot with her life, and she hopes to do it uniquely.





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