Advice for Predators
Be brave, be sure. There are easier ways to eat your fill.
When you hunt, you will devour your catch,
none left for the village, cousins and brothers
go hungry. What you consume lives within you,
gives strength, but your life becomes
not your own, torn between predator and prey.
Be wary of what you hunt, for it will become you.
Take weapons. An arrow is more true, but
your open arms, your eyes, are fatal
in their own way. Our ancestors killed many
a great beast with kindness, but kindness
is a trap, not a weapon. Try vulnerability. By giving
the beast your heart, you may find yourself holding
its own. Your every act cuts like obsidian,
glass flaked to a fatal edge. Sharpen your hope,
put an edge on your softt breathing, the warmth
of your body. Even need can kill.
Hunt. Know your prey, where it seeks its safety.
Find it there. It may move to water to drink,
or hide with its own kind, or find rest
in the quiet corners of its mind. Be
where your prey seeks peace, seeks sanctuary.
Its confusion when it finds you there will be to your advantage.
The kill is not finality, but a beginning. The life
you take for sustenence devours you in turn,
and waits to hunt you, or to be killed again.
At night, your prey remembers its own death, and howls
for your approach, the moon silvering the scars of
yesterday's death, and the wounds of tomorrow.