Hunted

I do not expect her to look back
But I whistle anyway
Leaning out of my truck
Like a lust ravaged teen

What can I say?

She is my first
And you never forget
The first

She stops
Turns
All grace and attitude
And in an instant
Ten thousand years
Of glowing eyes around campfires
Nightmare fabrications
Poison bait
Steel jaws
Relentless fear
And genocide
Pass between us
A crystalline barbaric understanding

I want to apologize
For those hunting her
For those hating her
For the collar she wears

I feel compromised
Like her
Hemmed in
Dodging bullets and
Cars on highways

While the world shrinks
Around our gaze
I realize
The places we hide
Have always been
Just more places to die