I was a hunter expecting to return
with game over my shoulder
My eyes searched the untamed land
something hungry in me
Why is the hunter expected to have slaughtered
with some romantic lore of honoring the slain
Permitting you to take the life of another thing
With some perversion of empathy
not connecting with the crucial evil of it all
as it accumulates behind the glands
the passive aggressive surfaces
of your current reality
that wither the spirit
reducing adventure
to empty gesture
I scream for you to tear down the fence
But like cattle continue keeping the grass down
safe from me the hunter
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