note: Conor Yeck is a finalist in Columbia Journal’s 2017 Winter Contest.
A Canticle for Wild Dogs
cried pleasures of an animal night.
of a culprit fox ––
eating, eating, like rust on ice.
of fiction is caught at the throat.
I am awake, & I hear,
& the ear will paint the kill.
through the lightless rooms
pink & cleft as a half-born calf,
Connor Yeck’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Best New Poets, Crab Orchard Review, and Southern Poetry Review. He is currently an MFA student at Western Michigan University.