God

everybody's gonna respect the shooter, but the one in front of the gun lives forever

Under the moon it bleeds

it ripped the deer

apart with knives for teeth

at this time,
its jaw’s gone limp
under the moon it dies


Black barrel reflecting
iris
The bullet met my aim in
silence
 

In the face of it

he looked just like that deer

in my headlights,
glowing eyes, paralyzed
 

In blood-stained grass it lies,
dying by my hand
ripped apart by neither claws nor teeth

With fur so pale under this moon
it could be anything,
it could be even you