Today I am just a hunter
For food and not much else
But the better way
Of being in this world
Without full forward diving
In at the neck with
Heartsore uselessness of it all.
I hunt though it takes a while to be able
To make all the run-of-the-mill kind of decisions
That make it necessary to flee from the dwellings
Of my father’s people. It is without doubt
The disturbed who are fighting for their
Sanity not those who are sane-proof through
Their desire to be frightened by them without merciful being.
(This is about surviving without a family and also about surviving with it on your heels to eat you up)
Copyright B E Saunders 2016