THE DEER HUNTER

Fragrant game hangs from hooks on chains 

In a great, cavernous meat locker.

The smell here is sheer panic, and clammy besides. 

Now it is all said and done:

The snapshot captured the ungulant's tongue

Lolling out, and the antlers were severed to mount.

Here, in this evil place uninhabited save for us

Carcasses abide and age, occasionally disturbed to swing...