Description: My hypothesis is, when a hunter shoots a deer, he is demonstrating his jealousy for ACTUAL predators who kill stuff with their bare claws.
trampling over weeds and twigs
a deer fights the wind and
her own hooves fail her—
noisy. too noisy
to shake the gun.
None of us are fast enough to shake the gun.
not even God’s alleged swansong the human race
who of their own accord
constructed weapons of mass destruction.
yes. no
man no deer no heart no thing resists
the impact of a bullet,
except for the spirit.
but what good is a spirit if no one can hear it
when it tells us what it’s really like to live in
heaven?
none of us can shake the gun
and none of us can hear the spirits hum.
Arrows and bullets and slingshots reflect
the darkness in our hearts
and perhaps our embarrassment because
we want to be frightening hunters
like lions and tigers
but the lions ignore us
the tigers detest us
because we don’t have those fangs those claws
those frightening hunter-type things.
but we just want to fit in
and show them who’s boss and
eat what they eat and we wanna be like
big brother simba.
so baby bambi starves on his own
as we feast on his mother
and only her spirit escapes us.
unconsciously we’re looking
but the problem is
big brother doesn’t care what we’re doing.
Submission Name: Baby Bambi
