8.

• Anger. Perhaps anger
• Below the conscious level . . .
• A survival instinct, a revival of spirit . . .
• We die. All of us.
• We don’t need to be reminded . . .
• Maybe a metaphysical wizard escapes
• The wheel once in a while
• Disappearing to a new, calm place . . .
• We die. The hunter reminds us
• He/she kills. & we are all hungry animals
• (& plants). We inhabit bodies,
• Are molecules of Earth substance
• that change like the weather.
• We know what man has created;
• We are part of the mystery,
• part of the connection
• & we are charter members of the food chain.
• We die. The hunter kills—
• Even stars don’t last forever
• as the universe expands . . .
• At some moment, was it hubris,
• or fear,
• A necessary lesson for the soul’s development?
• We weren’t even hungry . . .
• We chose to look some dragon in the eye
• & test the temper of the sword,
• Throw a rock.
• We die. We kill.
• A European king murders a herd of hart
• to prove his sovereignty;
• Power corrupts.
• Are we still learning our limits
• as species disappear?
• One limit is obvious:
• One moment past breath
• The adventure changes territory
• Or stops.
• We’re all hunters &
• If we don’t visit the cave paintings
• in our minds’ back pages
• Preferring to push shopping carts
• past the latest, greatest or oldest weapons
• To the shrink-wrapped package of meat,
• The hunter will find other ways
• to appear . . .
• Ah yes, & the game changes . . .