Free verse № 68193
The man, the world
A man, business man, hunter
who, sitting in his high hide
since he was born
now forty-four
and well sighted in on his prey
decides the best thing
he has ever done
in his life
he is doing right now.
He decides not to shoot the buck.
He then climbs down
from natures skyscraper
leans against the tree
and dies.
5 comments
I like this (even without the apostrophe) and I was digging the poem until if flopped over and turned melodramatic. K.I.S.S.
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