Sunday, July 31, 2005
Poem
Do you Remember
Do you remember?
The late night, the black forest,
the smell of whisky breath?
I remember the humidity,
the crunch of dead leaves
and the smooth cool of the mud.
They were whispering, telling us the secret,
that you had to feel the lifeblood run out
and the body go cold do you remember?
We held our guns to our sides,
then heard the mad rustling of brush
and watched flashes of black fur
streaking through the brown of trees.
When we fired, feeling the 12-gage kicks,
our guns thumping our chests,
I felt my heartbeat in my groin.
And when the hunt was done,
they left us in the woods.
To fend for ourselves,
us and the animals we'd killed
Do you remember?
Do you Remember
Do you remember?
The late night, the black forest,
the smell of whisky breath?
I remember the humidity,
the crunch of dead leaves
and the smooth cool of the mud.
They were whispering, telling us the secret,
that you had to feel the lifeblood run out
and the body go cold do you remember?
We held our guns to our sides,
then heard the mad rustling of brush
and watched flashes of black fur
streaking through the brown of trees.
When we fired, feeling the 12-gage kicks,
our guns thumping our chests,
I felt my heartbeat in my groin.
And when the hunt was done,
they left us in the woods.
To fend for ourselves,
us and the animals we'd killed
Do you remember?
