blood-rich heat of the
hunt hunches down deep
beneath rank bowells
of bare bones belief
instinct unaware steers in
instance-sensed challenges –
seeks reflex scent of fear
of quarries’ piss-release
sniffs the air – avid eyes peer
in greedy need for flesh
rent and blood spilled by
rending teeth – for howl
and cheer of the kill
where the corpse lies bent
beneath – where evolution
begins and ends – again
© 21 August 2007, I.D. Carswell
HELLO.
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Me dispiace only that I do not know the language for being able to read yours written, because I a lot the reading. But they are equally happy for being here and for leaving my salutes you. Mine blog and of sun poetries if you have a poetico mind and you want to visit it of I would be happy… I WAITED FOR to YOU? THANKS
LINA
Thank you Lina. I am not conversant in Italian but I'm sure we'll find a way to share poesy! Rgds, Ivan
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