Between the railroad tracks
between the winter fields
four patches of orange, evenly
spaced, moving
with shotguns in the crooks
of their arms slow
methodical, hunters’ Day-Glo
hats, dickeys so
comical in intention,
bringing only,
after all,
death.
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