Just as a fox will chew off its foot
to survive the trap,
I severed the ideals of being civilized
when I bit into flesh
disinterred from snow.
And as in any pack,
its members follow lead,
the scent of hope roasting,
sizzling as it spits fat pearls of life
onto faces gathered close enough
to feel its scorch.
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BIO Pushcart Prize and Kentucky State Poet Laureate nominee, Sheri L. Wright, is the author of six books of poetry, including the most recent, The Feast of Erasure.