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Duck Hunt

by Michael Marberry
Illustration by Andy Busc

Duck Hunt

Michael Marberry
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There are beautiful people now

more than ever.  More than ever

the earth shows us what is too much

to love without weeping:  Georgia

women with their tattooed shoulders

and men with their tattooed shoulders.

How did they learn such paradigms—

easy grace, pulled as from darkness?

They are as happy as good beers.

They have no need for each other.

Often, I have seen them walking

innumerable dogs in springtime.

When perceiving the animal,

I see the human element

behind it, as behind tall grass:

the familiar celebration

at murder or else the laughter

at my failings with the light-gun.

Against her skin like a pale sky,

the ducks won’t ever make it home.



This poem is supported in part by the National Endowment for the Arts.

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