May the dogs
you have killed
haunt you. May
the coyotes and
foxes and raccoons
you have slain
awaken and come
together and speak
the same language
and find you.
May they squeeze
from their loins
and guts the
essence of what
you left for them
to find and may
they feed it to you.
May you realize
too late what
you ate is not
intended to
satisfy your hunger,
but the hunger
of their lives
for justice and
if not justice,
vengeance will do.
May you die
slowly, fully
aware you will
not survive in
this world or
the next, because
you served death
to life
and death is a loser.
You are a loser.
Take a big bite.
Chew it up real good.
Now swallow.
♠