Hunt

Hunt

Nqmaime
Nqmaime
Mar 14, 2017, 2:46 AM |
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hunt

 

these are not trees -
dead gristly hands tear the sky
in a snow wilderness

 

bared teeth against the wind
all alone
for you I will fight with the others

 

now there are no others.
you no flinch whiter than snow
seductive
watchful
stretched neck of a roe

 

in a moment
whiteness I empurple
to tear you
piece by piece
until I wet and dirty in the snow
die of hunger