hear the shots crack-crack-cracking
in the distance,
watch as the animals flee in stark terror...
listen to the choppers chop-chop-chopping
over the forest,
searching for victims, trophy-case additions...

oh, how I loathe the sound
of gunfire in the morning,
it reminds me of how very much
I wish I were dead...
(why don’t they just kill me instead?)

people, listen,
what a man
on the stand
once said is true,
"you kill things that are better than you!"