The Gig

And them I call out
in the energy I hand up
existence comes down
to rustle the leaves
and the chatter of engines
steam the road block
such surprise curiostity
courage and indifference
the goose family they swim by
and the deer I shot at in rhythms
it was I alone
and it was understood.

So in jest to the shaman imagination
a request:

"One day during the hunt
if you could play the drums
and make all the animals come?"

a reply in jest:

"If you are that humgry."