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
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