Never a trophy
on a wall;
Your leather
is a tent
blanketing me,
never resting
from life’s elements..
Each muscle –
a hearty stew –
Forever sustains.
I’ve stretched you
so thin
for my own gain;
Each sacrifice
(Your soul for soles,
organs for elements,
Blood for our mistakes)
reminds me
of my shortcomings;
how I might be
more like you.
The animal within
now tamed
through Victory –
Do you long to hunt ?