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This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Owen Lowery The dance of hunter and prey
The dance of hunter and prey

A thing of hunger and hinges
makes God the mechanic. Angles
and need spring from calm to life,
home on a moment’s weakness, rip
and tear. Watched from a separate
realm, escaping the bright gift

of a glance, the hunter scans
the watcher in return. He stands
with the landscape unsteady
in binoculars, observing
and observed, weighing the curve
of flight. Nerves tune in to need

as the hunter obeys that drive
wired inside. Death is a given
as belief wrestles itself
into the calm of acceptance,
splitting the difference that keeps
life one step behind. A wealth

of permutations sound off, ring
through the trees. Each jingled
response brings the watcher back
to the role of the divine hand, bones
and structures inspired by breath blown
through them. One and the same lack,

once either hunter or prey drape
undone. Between each synaptic
pause, the papery light tweaks
the general run of stone walls,
fields where the crows gather. The cool
of the folded quiet speaks.

This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Readers are asked to send a note of any misprints or mistakes that they spot in this poem to support@standmagazine.org
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