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The Duplicity of the Hunt
by Deborah BreuerIt is the hunt, really
The idea of seeking prey,
A piece of meat, if you will,
That keeps me going.
It seems that when one is without family the necessity for such an act is dramatically increased out of sheer ego
To prove to ones self that they can do it, and do it well.
So, for me, when Im feeling carnivorous,
Ill start slow,
Think the attack through, and then
I POUNCE!
Tearing into, devouring piece by piece my victim.
And when all is done and I have proven my own worth as a goddess among my own kind,
Ill relax and begin to digest, thinking to myself,
Reassuring both of us, who are now one if in no other way than body,
That he was more than just a piece of meat,
He was an absolution,
A verification of my abilities.
So, I just wanted to say
Ya know?
Thanks, I had a good time.
10/04/2006 Posted on 10/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Deborah Breuer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/06 at 08:54 PM Extremely well done!!! |
| Posted by Frank Lee on 11/01/06 at 02:20 AM heartbreaker... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/30/08 at 06:21 PM Really like the bluring of lines between human and animal. Touches deeply a primitive desire in myself to revert back into being the animal/predator. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/01/09 at 03:42 PM "Reassuring both of us, who are now one if in no other way than body" - my fav line. Your poem strikes my imagination about this prey... that is the best part of poetry... it leaves so much upon the imagination, fertilizing it, prodding it, eviscerating it? Wild, indeed! And wonderful. |
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