Fair Game

This was partly inspired by my Auntie May who used to go out into the woods beside her farmhouse in Aberdeenshire to saw the rungs in half on the ladders the deer hunters built to get them up to their hides. I was also thinking of images of watchtowers and of the prototype walls erected in the Californian desert by contractors vying for contracts to build Trump’s Mexican wall.

Dank autumn nights

she silently stood

a hawk with a handsaw

deep in the woods

She saw Jacob’s Ladders

to the kingdom to come

angel of mercy

ascending the rungs

Thirteen steps up

is the measure of man

fire in her eyes

blade in her hand

She cut through the bars

leaving just enough give

at the hint of a foothold

to snap like a twig

The hunters on high

their AK 45s

their night vision goggles

crosshair laser sights

Not for the beauty

not for the meat

roe deer exploding 

too scattered to eat

Helicopter gunships indiscriminately strafe their way across parched plain.  Gazelle giraffe zebra springbok bounce and spin somersault and cartwheel ahead of the rain.

In Colorado the hunter stalks the mountain lion following the clover leaf prints in the snow until he comes full circle and finds his own tracks the paw prints now following rather than preceding his.

The huntress now becomes the hunted, stalked to her bower, bearded in her lair.  Acteon run to earth for his transgression, and ripped apart by his own hounds, tastes his own medicine, swallows his pride along with the blood in his throat.

Assailed by space invaders high on the UT observation tower Charles Whitman invents the video game.  Sights fixed on immortality he squeezes reloads squeezes.  Pacmen Pacwomen pack animals vanish from the screen.

Black sedans glide around the monoliths invisible in the shadows cast by the southern Californian sun.  Construction prototypes already the tarnished traces of a civilisation that imploded under its own futility.  See how the gun emplacements point both ways.

Dank autumn nights

she silently stood

a hawk with a handsaw

deep in the woods

And deep in the woods

we wait for the day

the hunter becomes 

fair game for the prey