We Live the Hunt

I deplore him.

His skin, his eyes unseeing

Staring through my body

Like two tiny dead embryos 

Facing the mothers that aborted them,

Whom they so stormily resent. 

Oh, wild and cruel dislike!

Can you not be tamed

And calmed for simple sake?

Can love not be restored 

To balmy field from this

Nocturnal, lonely desert?

I give heed to the memory

Of your arrival..

You have never reached beyond

My petty wants

(Which I feel may have saved you)

I receive more than I ever gave you...

I could never be brave, like you. 

My hands are seized into fists,

Beating at the iron bar that cannot depress.

Whenever I advance

The weight of populace hastens

To unbend my poor, meek endeavour. 

Should now be the time I seek myself?

The red slit moons are a friend

I could not possibly dismiss.

To the darkness I shall surrender 

Naked and screaming as if a new born...

And here I lie in your bed,

Like a fox in a snare.

Blood, dripping from a wound,

Clutched by a metal claw

That is society. 

Shoot the rats running the race.

Shoot me. I beg. 

Author's Note

need to make a few alterations