The Jackal Poem by Jamie Dewyer

The Jackal

Rating: 4.5


his eyes mine line
this face for what
worth is forward
blood and sweat spent

i fire two shots
he falls down slow
graceful to fault
whats left i know

the carcuss has fuel
we must move on
meat to bait winter
thrust to trudge on


2

her spirt is vapour
these lines we walk ancient
these stones set in situ
exactly as always

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