The Call of the Hunter Moon
The Call of the Hunter Moon
by David Michael
Violence is easy. You just let go. Your hands become claws for ripping. Your teeth bare, you snap, you grab, you tear. You smell the fear, savor the screams, taste the blood.
You hunt, you kill, you exult, you feed, you howl to the sky, to the whole world and to the gods.
The hunt calls. The hunt demands. The hunt is why. Even when what you hunt is hunting you. Violence feeding on hunter and hunted, breeding and leading to more violence.
An orchestra, a choir of violence, all in concert. Hearts bleeding. For you. From you. For me. From me. For everyone. From everyone.
Prey or pray. It’s an easy choice.
Let go.
Hunt.
Copyright © 2006 by David Michael. All rights reserved.
Indeterminacy said,
August 14, 2006 @ 5:01 am
This story hits on something archetypally human. Wow!