Friday, April 27, 2012

Song Of The Slain

I was remembering
something horrible,
a moose engaged in its final
battle with wolves
bleeding, tiring, dying
and not only that
but there were ravens
hectoring it -
going after its eyes.

We often romanticize nature,
what we call its harmony,
but when someone needs to eat
someone else is going to get
their heart

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