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The Atlantic Monthly | November 2002
The raven lifted.
It Was Yoked to a Black Hunger
by Dana Levin
Circled like a skate on a groove of air—
the fur on the hare ruffled up.
each follicle trying
to leave that meat
as the raven swooped down, poked its beak
into that beating snuff,
the rabbit not dead not yet—
it pecked and pecked, until the one red spot welled up.
A thin steam from the rabbit, like a wick blown out.
The snow sparkling.
And the raven cocked its black eye, dipped its beak
in the red pool it had made—
for the ink of elegy.
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Dana Levin's book In the Surgical Theatre won the 1999 American Poetry Review/Honickman First Book prize and numerous other awards. Levin directs the College of Santa Fe Creative Writing Program.
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The Atlantic Monthly; November 2002; It Was Yoked to a Black Hunger; Volume 290, No. 4; 102.