The Hunt. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

First the bait,
then the run,
then the chase,
then the wound,
then the rain....
then the kill.

The trees,
the leaves,
the brown ground...
then the call...
then the strain...
then the kill.

The night.
The sky barely seen.
The waterfall.
And what not,
and what has been.

The spike,
the thorns...
the willows..
the dead arm.
The hope..
body of a woman..
warm.

The nails,
rain, frost and hails..
The screeching...
the knight,
the sword, laces..
arrows and sheath,
that cannot be seen.