Nova

NOVA

Hunters ride
Death's back,
with life balanced
on their blades,
masters of the steed.

Killers
that can swoop from the sky,
leap from a shadow,
crush with a club,
tear with a bullet,
and then eat flesh,
slaying and consuming
the life-force,
they think;
as the whirling dust
at death's feet,
comes
for them,
surrounds them,
feeds on them,
becomes them,
and the dance begins again.


Glenn Buttkus 1971