Hunt

The hunt is on as the blood
is pounding through the veins
of a large buck.

Give chase, for the hart will
escape and you will linger in kicked
up leaves.

You run, you run, you run, you run.
               (Not fast enough.)

The buck slows to catch breath and you sink
your sharp spear into it's flank, only to
discover as it falls to the forest floor
that it was a young girl.

But even so you stab her again, and again,
and again, and again, and again.

Devour her flesh raw and cut away everything
from the skill to place on your head, illusioning
it as a deer's skull.

Another hart flees the scene of gruesome murder.

The hunt has finished, just as another has begun.