his eyes mine line <br />this face for what <br />worth is forward <br />blood and sweat spent <br /> <br />i fire two shots <br />he falls down slow <br />graceful to fault <br />whats left i know <br /> <br />the carcuss has fuel <br />we must move on <br />meat to bait winter <br />thrust to trudge on <br /> <br /> <br />2 <br /> <br />her spirt is vapour <br />these lines we walk ancient <br />these stones set in situ <br />exactly as always<br /><br />Jamie Dewyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jackal/
