The Hunter's Fresh Kill

The Hunter’s Fresh Kill


Once a heaving beast
running through the forest
he now lies in pieces
in a large bowl

brought up and over
the side of a pick-up
truck by a feller with
an accent and a col’ beer
in his other hand.

He offers to share
the feast. I accept
the meat, call upon
the creator to bless it.

The meat is washed
cooked and eaten
thereby giving purpose
to the hunter’s kill

and a final prayer
is said for the spirit

still running
through the forest.



(c) 2009 James Eric Watkins