orgami's Diaryland Diary

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moose in the meadow

gutteral gush of air from the fresh
wound the beast staggers to remain
upright and loses slowly
Blood pouring from the mortal wound
in the skull splashing down on the
bright green grasses of the meadow

we smoke cigarettes and look to the sky
for signs of rain someone sharpens
the axe to a razors edge

after he splits the skin on the stomach
and chest and pulls out the intestines
and lungs and heart
his arms bright red with blood
the pile of debris coming from this
four legged
with precision cuts the legs come
off one by one We lug them to the highway and to the plastic lined
trunk of the Oldsmobile Regency 98
grey on grey already the crows are
starting to gather and squawk amongst
themselves by he carcass in the upper
limbs of the tree

the animal is covered in large purple
tics insects that bite and swell
engorged with the blood of the animal
they squirm and stay on while the flesh
is still hot Later they will fall beneath the porch where we hang the
meat We place a spotlight on the legs
ribs and hindqaurters and shoot at the
dogs come to fight over the bloody
drippings and ticks All night it is
smoke cigarettes and shoot at a dog
the light burning brighlty
one of those christmas lamps a bright
green colour

( this story was inspired by my one
and only hunting experience while I
stayed with some natives of my
relations)

I have left out the birds removing
the eyes in the head of the animal
left behind in the daisy meadow

such violence and passive scene

the meat was consumed later after
it was taken to a local butcher
practically eveyone had a peice
of it I must confess it was
damned tasty after being barbequed

I have never gone hunting since

.....O.....

10:02 p.m. - 2006-06-23

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