I'll wring what I can out of this life
like the hunters hands around
the neck of a bird plucked out of the sky.
Pitied enough to end it's suffering faster
but not enough
that it might fly again.

The hunters need is something too great for this.

And so I am affected with a terrible ache for living,
a tremendous hunger with no light hollow bones
that I am not sure I am strong enough to bare.

*Does the hunter always hunger alone?