The Hunger and the Hunt
Sometimes a blazing torch shows us in another light: the ones who swing the clubs and the ones who pick up the pieces. There are nights of fire and blood, and there are nights of stories and brag around the flames. There is hunger, and there is greed. Night and day. It is shocking to see wolves take down a deer, ripped at the haunches and still alive. And who doesn’t pity the mouse cornered and facing the mouth of the snake? And there are days when everyone gathers at the table, and the aroma of seasoned, cooked birds fills the room with all the satisfaction to come. Matthew Murrey This poem was written as part of the ekphrastic surprise challenge on birds. Matthew Murrey: "My poems have appeared in various journals such as Tar River Poetry, Poetry East, and Rattle. I received an NEA Fellowship in Poetry a number of years ago, and my first book manuscript is seeking a publisher. I am a high school librarian in Urbana, Illinois where I live with my partner. We have two sons who live in the Pacific Northwest. My website is https://matthewmurrey.weebly. com/"
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