Still by Amanda BullingtonYour head is mounted on my wall,
Your eyes still wholly smothered
In the bleakest terror.
You took a bullet to the heart
And still kept running, trying
To get beyond me, your sniper.
I picked you from the shadows,
Knowing that you'd be my finest
Kill: my finest work of art.
I still remember how I
Victimized you; your cowardly
Shrieks as your children
Fled in terror, their eyes
Bugged wide with the gaze of
One thousand headlights.
Such fear they felt, although
I did not kill them; I killed you,
And made their days the happiest
They'd ever known: without you.
You were beneath me that day,
Beneath them, so I praised you
By immortalizing you above me
On my lonely, barren wall;
You, prey of the silent woods,
You uncouth deer. 02/03/2005
Author's Note: ..Just a thought on how humans regard any inhuman creature as inhumane. And yet, until the last line, this could have been a human with another human head mounted on the wall. Why single inhumanity and bestiality to animals? Humans could just as easily be treated heartlessly....and possibly eaten...
Posted on 02/03/2005 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
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