Stopp

Garbled tongue of barbs and clatter

of city slang, tasting the tang

of smoke exuding behemoths

careening upon tarmac tributaries

But with each step the uniformal

shrinks away, the facade decays

to scapes more primal, forms emerging

from the rock with calls

rushing like a torrent from the past

Aurochs in the mountainside

ever standing with residual pride

embellished with pigment

by fingers beyond counting

Surpassing reason;

is this quarry or divine?

An ancestral reckoning of sublime?

The bellowing artistry of hunger

shows over and over these

fragmented partisans of the hunt.