Wildness and the whole hunting theme

Existence, subsistence, eternity
The whole life cycle where we
The human, the hunter, encouraging those
To come and spread fear and just be
Undeniably practising murder
Of the enduring and eternal flame
What is the nirvana of many
A groundless and fictitious game

Playing with life as a pastime
Confrontation, the clash, and discord
In pursuance of life in its wildest
The tracking the spooring reward
The gunning the sticking the shooting
The hunter the poacher the trapper
A life form becomes the quarry the prey
The godly the living and the victim
Away

From its home run, for instance
Cut down and killed
Ambushed and angled and frightened to death
And chased as its life’s blood is spilled
Abandoned deserted the great abdication
The vital force
And the allotted span
Sentenced to death on the whim of a hunter
The ultimate penalty for being a fan

Bloodshed and butchery carnage and murder
Why should the hunter survive
Gladiatorial combat the bloody the gory
Smothered and choked its one hell of a story
And who would support it and why would they dare
Prescribing the motive and needing the share
Thinking profoundly conflating the need
With what those who counter who support
And succeed

In helping the horror in so many words
In actually being away with the birds
Actually purging those souls and their care
By committing to something that just wasn’t there
For me its an arrogance imposing ones will
On supporters who otherwise would not wish to kill
The spirit, the life form, and should not need
To examine the reasons why others need bleed

Out in a forest the musical air
Buying a ticket and feeling you care
But actually hidden in all the ado
The hunting the killing and sacrificing its true
It sours the digestion it bitters the throat
It makes one uncomfortable when one does note
That part of the giving satisfies those
Who go out and stalk to what is the pro’s
The ugliness and, the suffering cries
How pure life is stolen
when a sweet angel dies

Doted on by us out in the dark night
Shot maybe three times the eternal light
Extinguished forever
and the ticket we bought
Helped sustain each murdering vile awful thought