The hunter doesn’t
Have a face
He is everyman
Brutal
Beware! His spears
May come for you
When you least
Expect it
You shall be
Pierced
Torn apart
But not killed
Pain
You shall be asked
To bear with “nobility
dignity, humility”
Tomorrow
You shall be
Asked
To take up the
Spear
‘Do the job’
Quick and clean
Not a drop of
Blood
No stains
No scars
Only a memory
Something that was
Once alive
Once inspired
Once eulogized
This is your destiny
Bear it in mind.
19/01/2005
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