Sky Filled Eyes Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Sky filled eyes, as deep as the stars,

Leaving a voice, in echo from the past

Traces of violence, a history, leaving thin tracing scars

And leaving the most important question unasked


Gasping, twitching, as it breathing slows, and slowly its vision grows dark

A fatal blow, a gunshot, just another wound, just another hardship felt

A menace, a terror that leaves it’s bloody mark

Then hunted, desperate, just another issues that had to be dealt


The killer, the monstrous beast, that had haunted the hills

That had killed men and children alike with merciless fangs

Avoiding the wrath of the people it hunted, with classic, liquid skill

It’s over, good riddance, you’ve made your last kills


But monster? Or Survivor? Did it need to kill to endure?

For as it heaves it’s last breath, as the jubilant hunters survey there prize

Hunter? Killer, man slayer, monster, our reason for killing is assured

Yet ever shall wonder what mysteries will remain in those eyes.