Men wearing bush shirts slump down where they stand
exhausted and dirty from hunting all day
I walk all amongst the animals slain
and see blood splattered walls and the bodies of Moose
Down a long corridor I see more and more
and finally stopped by one on the floor
His body still shivers, his antlers still move
and he looks up at me with life still in his eyes
But there's pain, and there's anguish without any words
and I'm drawn to him closer - reaching down with my hand
I touch his sweet face and rest on his head
and release the last vestiges of life that he had
I pull myself up to see him now lie
rested and peaceful and away from this World
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