A need for it grows\u2014not the white-knuckle stuff
\nWith second-gear rubber, racing for a case of beer,
\nDusting some kidface with a hot Chevy. I mean:
\nThat first time I soloed in my father\u2019s car
\nI drove for hours, slowly, through state forest\u2014
\nA gullet of darkness ribbed out with trees.<\/p>\n
A deer sprang from my lights, its tail bouncing,
\nWaving like a handkerchief off in the dark.
\nWherever I\u2019ve lived I\u2019ve driven at night: beach-
\nRoads in Maine, waves burning white; one-lane
\nBridges, the ridges and hollows of West Virginia.
\nI\u2019ve got a letter to mail, I\u2019ll say. And slip out.<\/p>\n
Glide on back roads where I\u2019ll meet no other cars.
\nRoll by darkened houses, safe as graves, and think
\nI\u2019m the only one in the whole county awake. Then
\nEyes ignite green in my lights. A white tail waves.
\nOne night, in France, in the Alps, a wild boar,
\nA sanglier, stood in the road, all tusk and bristle.<\/p>\n
I stopped. White peaks gathered behind him.
\nHe stood there carved by my lights, a mad
\nAnd necessary thought, then ran from the road.
\nI watched him in a small silver field turn,
\nRun at the dogs, break through a thicket. Finally
\nI drove on with those white tusks flashing.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, for fun, I\u2019ll let a radio preacher yell,
\nTell me how easy salvation is, how to \u201cget saved.\u201d
\nIt\u2019s as simple as the past tense. You only touch
\nThe dial . . . mail in the tithe to Brother Sid.
\nTonight what I need is that boar, the magic
\nOf sanglier, a word full of blood; but even<\/p>\n
As he breaks thickets in the mind, I see
\nThe pork-butcher, bon bourgeois, string him up,
\nHang him from an ancient hook in front of his shop.
\nHe turns slowly in the wind and into a small box
\nOf sawdust under his snout drip the last drops
\nOf that wild blood, gone, already absorbed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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