Flesh to Flesh

• Posted by J.D. Primrose September 8, 2016 - Filed in TSC: Poems - #  #Poem  #Hircine  - 1,346 views

  Paws to ground, snout to sky

  Scent cross past, deer nearby

  Chase, chase, play the game

  Weapon aside, clothes the same

  earth, air, water spray

  Follow markers straight to prey

  Rip, tear, flesh to teeth

  Meal was fast, now quick and brief.

   

  Next, a man, but not like me

  Hears no wrong, to blind to see

  Chase, chase, play the hunt

  Ram his chest, smash his front

  The meats he holds, I will not rive

  I need my meals more alive

  Rip tear, flesh to maw

  Once the hunter, now no more.

   

  On I run with grass beneath

  Until I find my last relief

  Chase, chase, play the run

  What I have, please be undone

  The final meal to the winged beast

  I shall succumb and be his feast

  Rip, tear, flesh to tooth

  And in my death, I’ll find the truth.