Damn The Hunters

God Damn the hunters

All those braver, better than

Myself

To hell with all the extras

The ones for which,

I don’t have the time

Lash back, deep breaths

Take it in,

Remember the feelings

So long,

To the dark nights

So long to this melting shore

There are places to get to,

New lives in infect,

People to read

Like old, discarded magazines

Roll me one more

Up for the swells

Time is short And the mission is foggy

Damn the hunters

And all their eager ways

This is the reason

For all of the stillness,

All of the confusion

And maybe a little bit more

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

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