Poetry
Prey for the Predator
Poetry written in the wake of 9/11
The hunter turns loose the dogs Takes aim Drunk with hubris, shit-faced with unholy zeal He has mistaken the dove of peace For a clay pigeon She falls at his feet, bloodied Broken heart still beating strong His triumphant, primal cry Rends the air With obscene lust He pokes the tattered body Plucks one dirty feather at a time May God forgive him As the Phoenix rises from the ashes So she shakes off the soft, white plumage To reveal the razor talons Box-cutter beak Of an eagle Their cries rend the air Gentle prey Predator Roles reversed One Quick Slice
No mercy in the eagle’s eyes As khamsin winds Fill the hunter’s throat With sand His thirst for paradise Unquenched
This is Day #11 of the 30-Day Writing Challenge by Nancy Blackman for Refresh the Soul. Previous days’ posts:
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- These Are a Few of My Favorite Things
- A Most Meaningful Year. First, declare September 1 the Start of…
- When It Rains, It Pours. What I’m NOT grateful for is mosquitoes
- One Deadline that Doesn’t Drive Me
- This is Beauty. My subjective definition in exactly 150…
- There Are Worse Things I Could Do
- Life’s Little Soundtrack. These are a few of my favorite songs
- What’s in a Name?
Holly Jahangiri is the author of Trockle ; A Puppy, Not a Guppy; and A New Leaf for Lyle. She draws inspiration from her family, from her own childhood adventures (some of which only happened in her overactive imagination), and from readers both young and young at heart. Visit her website at jahangiri.us and subscribe to her newsletter at https://hollyjahangiri.substack.com/
