Hunting
are you hunting
once more, i can not appreciate
your inherent desire for sport
as i pity the innocent
how you slide up with greedy eyes and knowing smiles
kissing with indifference you blind them to trust
and are unable to see their inevitable demise
a cruel game is this
there is no remorse as you turn away
leaving shattered corpses
to rot in the next day's sun
All right reserveds A.M. Geraci
