A sporting life—
For the bloodsport.
We enjoyed sharpening our knives and loading our guns on the languid savannah plains.

For the thrill of the hunt—
The bloodsport—
Our sweat would drip onto the carcass,
Mixing with the open veins.

We enjoyed the ****,
Displaying the beast's head as we covered ourselves in its blood,
Congregating for the love of the open veins.

******* preserved the bones,
And these hunts lived long in our memory as symbols of our glory;
Symbols of the beast's pain.