The Hunter

So the child became a man He pulled the trigger and then marked his face with the hot blood An initiation of the soul Into the womb of earth and sky The dying buck lay at his feet Still in the attitude of speed…
And as the days began to pass He became ever sentient of the world he loved at last The wilderness had nursed this orphan child As though he was its own Having drawn the worthy blood Noble spirit of the trees…
Then he saw it through the cane The biggest buck he'd ever seen And then he lowered his aim Unmoving eyes stared back at him so wild and dark and unafraid He dropped the gun stretched out his hand… "Father"
In this consecration freed from self-reproach Strength centers on how much you show Love and sorrow for all that lived and ran And returned to the earth