The Hunter and His Prey
I don't know that a poet
has life outside his poetry –
Oh!--on occasion
he may run with an exterior
pack...but bones of their kills
soon draw him back; not a
soul to be found, once all meat
stripped away – little real
difference between hunters
and their prey –
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