Gamer

Gamer

A Poem by Davidgeo
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they are different
from yours and mine
a hunter's eyes
and even closer
if you look careful
there at them, 
fingernails
you'll see that there,
they used to be claws
now
like a soap that don't lather
is something that kills
whatever crosses
hunger don't matter
now
this murder's for fun
… and to remember,
that everything dies
one way or another
Everything Dies
One Way or the Other
It is the chase that keeps us alive

© 2020 Davidgeo


Author's Note

Davidgeo
I'm actually a pretty good hunter with a bow or any type of rifle. But I generally eat what I hunt. Most hunters just kill things and leave 'em; maybe take the head and the hide but... I bring home all of what I kill and I never stalk the same ground twice.


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Added on April 21, 2020
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Davidgeo
Davidgeo

Johnsburg, IL



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