Deer Woman at Fifty

By Drucilla Wall,


One misty night on the road

to Wentzville, a doe cut across

the headlights and vanished

kicking gravel chips

from the edge of the woods,

her provoking rump

giving the last flash.


I used to be that woman,

luring men to their deaths,

or so they liked to think,

when each carried his death

like a second heart

already within him.


(Published in The Geese at the Gates. By Drucilla Wall. Salmon Poetry 2011: