Lord of the Hunted

Six years adrift
And I began an absolution,
To wash away the accusations.
I settled comfortably into wake,
Work, sitcom, sex, sleep.
It was too late for yesterday,
Still too early for tomorrow,
& not enough meat in the freezer.

I miss watching the herons,
The sunsets,
Blurry conversations we drank away.
At the gathering of history,
An overwhelming flirtation
Reminded me –

I had lost my will
To change the world.
Like Romanian princes,
I entertained in exile
With a tired, hateful soul
That poisons the water.

There is nothing quite like our family.
We trust it’s normal
To survive one disaster after another.
Broken, old, trying to shed an antique myth,
Coyote tricks himself
Into believing he’s mortal,
Trapping him here with you.

Harvester of hearts
Carcass man
Lord of the Hunted.