Hunter women

Those of you who consciously

wear your camouflage

and drive into the forest

your bow and bolts as large

as any there have ever been

inside your heart you must

realise the crossroads

are  where you are at

the disgust

is falling all around you

your sexuality

you forfeit

for all that is left

complete depravity

maternal soul

who bears the worth

who lays the egg

the heart of earth

who nurtures

and provides the breast

whose camouflaged

inside her nest

who lies in wait

for unsuspecting

souls who are in their domain

prospecting for

a wild sweet bud

a juicy tendril

in the rain

who suffer most

the inclement weather

for they were tested

in the cold

and they come out to feed

their bodies

and on that day

when you had rolled

your 4×4 into their forest

an became an assassin

sly of eye

ready to down a glorious being

who was not ready

at that moment to cry

joy was there’s

the forest beckoned

the trees were dancing

the sun was out

the blossoms were fragrant

they were enjoying

their breakfast table

without a doubt

an in the hollow

there lay a monster

she had been a mother

of offspring she

but now so curdled

and dripped in blood lust

she held her rifle

it was the key

she pulled the trigger

and watched the bullet

slam into innocence

and cut it through

she heard that scream

break through the morning

a flock of birds

unlike the dream

clouded the sky

with mass emotion

the bear went down

kicking away

the bullet had entered

its lungs

it was frothing

as its sweet soul

was borne away

cry to the heavens

you frantic women

you listen to men

who have sunk and they

are dark the forces of evil

entrap them

and you follow suit

and with them lay