the dog with one

the dog with one leg
limped out into the corn field
or rather
dragged himself
with a motion something like a
climber
reaching
for a high grip
on a smooth face

the potential energy
the violence
the white teeth
still smooth and sharp
he quivered with it
a trembling battery

his foot left comets
in the ground water filled
up the track(S)
dotted his progress
the broken graph
of the hunt
the birds
of the field
calling
always just out
of reach