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The Hunter's Hymn
By Syringe
To any willing reader,
we are fleshy molds
of compacted
matter
with an inevitable end
which surely satisfies the mean
of
living for breathing
of suffering through breeding
the rib
that formed us
will be the marrow to fade us
make us dust
to reunite with the earth
Brother Sun
and Mother Moon
are on the warpath
calling you
it is your duty to
respond
react
recycle
remember we are compacted matter
so our
makeup
is meant to expire
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Copyright 2010 Syringe
Published on Tuesday, January 19, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
automatic writing from an exhausted mindComments on "The Hunter's Hymn"
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A former member wrote:
Frickin awesome! Really great write. I love the idea, the way you work it... you flow. Nice job, much enjoyed! =)
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On Tuesday, January 19, 2010, Dilated View
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wrote:
"of living for breathing of suffering through breeding" These lines made me pause to ponder. The last lines wrapped this up nicely. This was food for thought, enjoyed.
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