A hunter comes home
With blood on his hands
‘I killed a man today’
He says
‘I took his life
With my own knife
Therein he shall remain.
Forgive me Lord,
Oh, dear,
My soul is damned I fear,
I thought he was a deer
Until I cut his throat.’
His wife’s tired eyes
Gaze strangely at him
‘Put worries aside
You did what you did.
Go back to the forest
And bring back his corpse.
Tonight we shall eat.
Why waste food on crows?
Tonight we shall feast,
Tomorrow we’ll mourn.
For winter is coming,
It’s fierce and long.’
The Hunter
© Copyright: Анна Лия, 2014
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