Doe Clock Truck
by Jodi Lee
© 2010; all rights reserved.
We once talked of walking the streets
Under the lamp post, you in your truck
And I in my tight jeans, fresh from work.
That moment haunts me, nightly.
Your truck, under the lamp post, beneath the clock
Still ticking, still noisy – you were right
Together we thought of stealing the doe.
Would it have given you peace?
The music went on after you switched off, ticking
Bright dancing firelight in your eyes dimmed
No chance for roasted marshmallows or cold beer.
Can you hear their outrage, their tears?
Your truck, through the lamp post, into the clock
Thought of you when it happened, as it happened
Close your eyes and see it now, the doe, the fawn.
Stained with your blood, forever scarred.
Jodi Lee is publisher and editor in chief of Belfire Press and The New Bedlam Project. Her writing has appeared in several recent anthologies as well as magazines on and offline for the past decade. Having shelved her first novel for the time being, she is currently working on two novels set in the fictional town of New Bedlam.
