Survival is cave art
today i am the hunter
ravens circle where warm
remains fill the air with
the fresh smell of blood
Hot blades of sunshine dice
dying fields of gold
i crawl in camo on my belly
face the cool earth
breathe in the west wind
worm under the barbwire fence
The piercing bullet
made with precision is
loaded into the rifle
set on to a tripod
i sit legs outstretched
on the cold earth &
take aim with safety off
i see the whitetail in
the crosshairs
breathe deeply in & fully exhale out
squeeze the trigger
The deer's legs fold
at her knees
bone shatters, splits
dark red blood streaks
over muscle/meat
interconnecting me
ice rasps down my spine
thin membranes of memories split
scatter to bits
i straighten up
we walk to tag the deer~meat
the field is void of feelings
i am an omnivore
We skin, cut and wrap
grind to make burger
the fresh meat becomes
tonight's chilli
Coyote & wolves
ravens & magpies will share
this circle of living
copyright: Dianne Tchir December 30,2010
