Creature, you are both in beauty
delightful and feared.
Your eyes aren't blank at all;
filled with times of wisdom
and curiosity. More importantly
your sharp, marble teeth
stained with blood
remind us of mortality.
I understand, yet I free
the prey from your mouth,
making you victim,
stealing something visceral,
something that could preserve you;
at least in this world.
Disguised as hunter, I disobey
the law for pity. See how children
string together colorful beads
of sharp-edged glass on wires
with hands as white
and vulnerable as fish
their fingers bleeding?
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