Hunt - Poem by Alex Benk
Reconnect, reconstitute…and it begins to beat
Creeping charisma quietly infecting with indelible beat, beat…. be..beat
Amoeba anticipating complexity in ever widening dances
Anticipating eyes…and claws
Damp subterranean cappilaries engorged with first thirsty breath
The heave of tightening trembling muscle, taught, the first grip and pull.
Sinew strung incremental
Intimation of mincing hooves
Mud and mortar joints and moving meat
Lithe life seeking life, blood’s rythmic rhyme quickening
Quivering aware, certain.
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