Calves come when it's cold -
cold enough to freeze all thought from your flesh
and leave your fingers phantoms
in your gloves.
They come in the middle of the night
when the only light
is the headlight shine on snow
and the rolled white glint the of a mama's eyes.
They come bloody, and they come breach.
They come twisted and turned.
until you're in up to your shoulder and reaching,
too tired to pull another pound,
and the goddamn winch is busted,
goddamn it, godDAMN!
Calves come when it's cold.