Hunters
Their bloodlust is what made them different from me

I saw the man with an albino moose
Holding his antlers with pride
In the photo
By your bedside

And all I could think of
Was how scared the dead moose must have been

Now when I try to eat an animal, I hear crying
Not laughter
Now when I try to sing,
I do not
Instead I walk along
And everyone on the earth is an enemy
I have no confidante, no squire

All of it is because
Of how badly you lied to me

I thought it was just you and me
Orat the very least a tiny epigram

Madness is eating animals
l am mad
But I don’t kill anything
I sit there bloodless
And my lust, too
It rings