Hunters
Two triggers of men with rifles
one’s finger trembles, squeezing
as he sees on crosshairs
the lone buck
the other’s finger caressing his fear
targets body of poacher
who hunts off season
two triggers summoned
to synchronize the jerking
motion of pulling when tree leaves
fall dancing peripherally
toward earth and sound at the speed
of death travels to living beings
unfamiliarly dealing them
to Hades adobe, two triggers
squeezed, pulled, bullets guided to
the heart of the matter as another
exhibit over fireplace will add
to deadly aspiration of two men
shooting Thanatos to two hearts
