Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hunting shots

Denounce them, Sir!
Of course…deplore
Yet, this is a hunting trip
And hunters will be hunters
You know?
No. I don’t know.
And even those reverential
Tall tales
Moby Dick, The Bear
Are buried beneath mounds
Of buffalo
Bad metaphor, Sir!
And the pictures, well
And hunters will be hunters?
Well, yes it’s part of the…
The what, Sir?
The hot euphoria knowing
Your blood is hot
Cold blood, stiff, trophy
These are children
Like Golding’s
Trophies on wallpaper
Taxidermy’d digital prizes
So what did you do in the war
Daddy, Mommy?
Here, let me show you
Scroll, open, enlarge.

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