Doe License

Balanced
like tempered steel, well-honed to slice
and leave
no bruise, the hunter
slides easily between bone, pierces
deftly into the heart and wounds
with a simple twist.
Smoothly,
from point to hilt
he pulls back, slowly
whets blood
from the edge of the blade.

 

 

-written about 1993

Published in the broadsheet View from the Second Floor

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