Refresh The Soul
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Refresh The Soul


Prey for the Predator

Poetry written in the wake of 9/11

The hunter turns loose the dogs
Takes aim
Drunk with hubris, shit-faced with unholy zeal
He has mistaken the dove of peace
For a clay pigeon
She falls at his feet, bloodied
Broken heart still beating strong
His triumphant, primal cry
Rends the air
With obscene lust
He pokes the tattered body
Plucks one dirty feather at a time



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