A Winter Hunt, The Bounty
Hot blood; stark rivulets,
Hands shaking, my body leans against the tree,
Pierced by ringing, I hear nothing above the pain,
Sulfur smothers me,
Worn leather boots crunch the snow under my weight,
The silver of the pistol in my hand catches the fading sunlight,
Nearby; Close, I hear him load his carbine,
Nothing has prepared me…
