Glutton

Snow imprisoned,
A gash tainted with ice
and contorting pines
brown and black finger bones

Snuffling,
tracks in the tundra
savage heart yearning,
thumping in anticipation

Crimson splattered on white canvas
sinew and muscle cracking,
beneath a colourless sky
The elk died long ago
But you feast

Meat in the mouth
Raw, satisfying
Sated until tomorrow

when the hunt begins anew.

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