The only time he tried, his brow split open
when the scope kicked back.
Pheasants safe in their grassy hills,
rye in his glass, ice, the shake
of his laugh, recalling.
Recoil the thing that got him.
My father planted a tree between the graves
of my brother and the murdered boy.
Recall. The hunt
for the killer ended on television.
A young man shackled, turning his head away.
Snow on his shoulders.
The sheriff held his elbow,
The brute syllables of evidence: knife, rope, prints, blood.
Recoil means to shrink from. Recoil means
My father furious, talking to the room—
They should take the bastard out and shoot him.