"The Boulder."
I woke when Elle, ill, down the hill in hospital, spoke to me.
Now are you after all this with your mother?
I called to myself.
Outside, dark still.
Something like a boulder in the grass.
A ripple of supple surface.
No other movement until a streetlight
caught huge antlers from above, the dawn
roebuck lifting his head to look.
I stood at the foot of the stairs,
deciding whether to go out in the dark knight to her side,
the morning Elle died.