African savannah
grassland
dark-skinned animal
the protein is in
the kill.
Stand and stalk
for the hunter walks
to sharpen his sight
on a new way of life.
Deadly eyes
reveal movement
of a Topi herd…
We charge in unison
separating one of their number
in confusion he springs full tilt.
I’m frozen a moment
till automatic muscles
guide my spear deep
into his heart.
The meat
we made an offering
to that first spiritual
moment
when one of us stood upon a hill.
And cast the light of fire
across the faceless dark
and thought a prayer sufficient,
and thought it His will;
When really the climax,
is the kill.
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