23 January 2009

Heat Of The Hunt (rev)

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blood-rich heat of the
hunt hunches down deep
beneath rank bowels
of bare bones belief


naive instinct steers in
instance-sensed challenges –
seeks reflex scent of fear
of quarries’ piss-release


sniffs air – avid eyes peer
in greedy need for flesh
rent and blood spilled by
rending teeth – for howl


and cheer of the kill
where corpse lies bent
beneath – where evolution
begins and ends
© 21 August 2007, I.D. Carswell

1 comment:

  1. This is a wonderful poem, and I LOVE the picture you've put up with it!

    Hugs
    Anna xxx

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