When a hunter trails an animal, he's very
stealthy. He knows how to dampen clatter
from his feet, if he's good. Then there
are certain opportunities which open like
the doors to the soul -- like windows.
Physiology of prey is more interesting when
it's viewed from the point of a killer.
If he's good. Then everything seems simple:
the prey becomes your friend and friends
are easier to hunt because you don't need
to worry about being polite.
Hunting is very much like loving. An obsession
occurs, and the inexperienced think they should
chase blindly, while the wise learn to know their prey.
Perhaps a lover should not be referred to as prey?
If you don't know your prey, you end up as
what is called a stalker. Stalkers are blinded
by thoughts of sin, sex and self. They hunt
wihout loving their prey, so they aren't
accepted by our culture. I'm not talking about
them; we don't like them, right? Yes, we hate
them because they're so open about lust; because
they haven't learned to dampen their clatter.
It's the ones who have learned, those who
quiet their marching through deceitful language
and mask their ill-intent by carefully chosen rhetoric:
the poets. They are silent stalkers. You see,
the hunter-prey analogy works very well.
Author's Note:
I can't tell you how freeing this was to write. I enjoyed writing it more than any poem I've written in a long time. I just hope I pulled it off well enough for it to be an enjoyable read also.
