On The Best American Poetry 2008
Charles Wright is a boonie hat, sullied —
not soiled from his own hunt,
rather, kneeling, peering inside the forest’s dirt
watching the aborigines capture and mercilessly kill.
He is mentally honed to the experience,
admiring.
Simple and nostalgic, he tolerates only dense grasslands
historically rooted in the wild,
with no use for gluttony on paper
— The Mad Hatter