Midwinter

at Cedar Point

I saw a half mile off

six dogs

take down a doe

they’d driven again thru the glare-ice

and again into the surf.

Disemboweled

when I got there

but not dead,

and it is dirty work too

leaning idly

with a trident

over a shoal

to spear

dogfish against gravel

then both on one shaft

twist wildly away