Beset with pockets and

Guidebooks yellowed

With patience

And steel

We pounce upon

The viscera streaked

Landscape

Echoes and ephemera

Within grasp

 

Hovering inches above

The graveyard of thousands

Thick sod and thicker rain

Harassing the beams

The flow of blood

Downhill

Eternal

 

Scratching at soil

With thick set fingers

Digging the holes

That led us to fortune

Nails crusted with grime

And offset limb

 

Storm clouds put pay

To ebullient hunters

Coke cans and porn mags

No match for time

The wrath of the hunter

Vestigial savagery

No more.