They drive their tusks in the dirt till the whole slope is pure shit cost and effort, force and grit their entire beings tugged two ways by tribalism and ego sometimes saying the simplest things yes, no, I’ll have the ragout, thanks turns into a trial as if the words lay buried a foot deep in the apron of the mountain, like truffles and you had to hold your nose when you split one down the center

WILL SCHUTT is the author of Westerly, winner of the 2012 Yale Series of Younger Poets Award. A graduate of Oberlin College and Hollins University, he is the recipient of awards and fellowships from the James Merrill House, the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, and the Stadler Center for Poetry at Bucknell University. His poems and translations have appeared in Agni, Field, and The New Republic. He is currently the Tickner Writing Fellow at the Gilman School in Baltimore, Maryland.