Of Concience..........of Killer

Yes .....it's True... welcoming the troubled
hunter who's conscience was blind
It takes a killer to know one
I do believe we'll find

And his quiver weighted with arrows
such an aim true and sure
For killing takes something away
to where the soul can not be cured

The boy was shown the method
the ways of killing in a forest
But to him it just seemed wrong
though that wasn't the worse

The blood on his hands as he cried
there at my fire
Staring into the dark .....broken.....
the situation dire

It wasn't until the crying stopped
that my voice could do any good
But then talking to myself didn't sound
the way it should

I sat alone at the end ......the man .....
the boy as one
The conscience of the forest learned
natures lessons done

I know .......I know ......you can't live with
knowing the hunters mind
But I think that inside us all .......is a
killer of some kind









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Denise Handlon profile image

Denise Handlon 5 years ago from North Carolina

This is a beautiful poem of Truth in the guise of Hunter in Forest. Thank you for sharing your marvelous insight and gift of poetry.


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

A very moving poem ahorseback, I understand a boy becomes a man once he has hunted and killed. But in killing the animal has kills part of himself.

I on the other hand have no qualms about killing off those pesky ants who try to steal my food, or a pesky fly who is just so taken by me that he just won’t leave me alone.

Voted up awesome


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Denise Thank you so much , yes a trial of manhood for sure!.....Rosemay has the upside though huh!....:-}


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Rosemay , thank you lol....ok I'll loan you a shotgun!.....He He.....:-}


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Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

You have got into the skin of your character. Perhaps humans have not abandoned their savage nature that they had when they walked on four limbs.


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Petra Vlah 5 years ago from Los Angeles

I wonder how Sara Palin feels after all the killing she has done...oh, just remembered the forum and you aked me to be nice about her:-))), but you still have to explain to me about her "substance"

In a more serious note, this poem is once again a gem and it reminds me of Labis and the dilemma of his young hunter who was tormented by the need to save his family from hunger and the pain of having to kill a deer


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Vinaya , , There is a culture ,here, of killing for meat or for sport. There always has been . It is possible to kill and to feel conciensciously conflicted too! Thank you for reading and sharing.....:-}


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Petra , Don't you honestly feel that shes as substancial in experience as President Obama was? Before he was a groomed senator for eight years in waiting. I have a problem with those who are percieving fairness and honesty by Popular oppinion. Everyone knows that Governors are far more oriented to leadership than a senate member.They have to answer far more directly to the people and are just plain better at management and true leadership....:-} I dont know the story of Labis...sorry only my own, be well Petra...


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moneycop 5 years ago from JABALPUR

yes very hurting to kill even animals..how can we, those who can eat and smell, those who have heart that beats..

how could be killed...still..people do

thanks for this post ahorseback


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epigramman 5 years ago

... an essential piece of writing my friend - you are a true poet of the highest order and your thoughts are brilliant and so well put together in this fabulous piece.

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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Money cop , Thank you for sharing my dear , culturally speaking its an old tradition here as old as our history itself! .Will it ever end ? I dont know .....:-}


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Epiman , Greetings from a Vermont in colorful change. You humble me my friend.....:-}thank you.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

I'd sooner hunt a rabid human than shoot mother natures gift to us the animals of our forest, with the exception of survival. If I was a grizzly Adams type of man living in the wilderness, of course I would hunt to survive and thrive.

To kill for sport I once did, gave it up many years ago, I buy my meat from farmers and organic stores now, trying to stay away from all the chemicals planted in those sad animals in the slaughter houses. Nitrites, antibiotics, steroids and the like,not for this cowboy.

Great poem my fellow Poet, I to would teach my son the way of the hunt, if such was my lifestyle in the forest many moons ago. I do believe I was a hunter in one of my earlier lives, so I felt your passion. Well done, bravo Rated way up...


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Saddleman, In age we wisen perhaps and yet I suppose we have to respect the heritage! I too am devided in views , I truely hate the way that hunters today act on the trophyist mentality. its shameful !And yet the old man down the road wih his parker shotgun who eats what he kills in grouse ! I love his stories! Thank yu for reading and sharing your wisdom!....Have a good sunday my friend!....:-}


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Prisana 5 years ago from Thailand and Colorado

Deep words ahorseback. Alas, we are the greatest predators. My Thai grandfather was a great hunter, who later in life regretted his youthful kills. I can't even kill the spider on my porch. But I don't mind killing the occasional cockroach.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Prisana ,Thank you sweety , And what did great gramp hunt , is that in Thailand?...I know a Thai girl workingin my building center who is the most motivate worker I know!.....Shes funny too!.....:-}


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Paradise7 5 years ago from Upstate New York

What a thought-provoking, evocative piece of poetry! I still think we all still do have the hunter-gatherer instincts of our ancient native men and women buried deep inside us; opposing that force is the sanctity of life, which we all recognize.


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

Even killing animals for food is painful for some. I personally can't perform the act. I can kill a roach.because I hate roaches but other animals I cry fro when they die.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Paradise how right you are , wars , murder , rape , pillage , we must learn as all of mankind to what we owe these traditions. And change what we can!...Thanks for coming around and sharing....:-}


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Cardisa , are you sure you are not a murderer , even roaches have emotions....lol.....:-}


SilverGenes 5 years ago

In the northern and other wilder parts of Canada, hunting is what people do. It's how they eat during the winter and is taught very young. If a hunter did not feel what the young hunter at the fire felt, there would be no respect or gratitude for the life taken or given. Hunting is not a sport and the little boy by the fire knew that - he was far wiser than many grown men.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Silvergenes , Hello , yes that is correct , I was both , the man and the boy ! Nice to see you ! ......:-}


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Lucky Cats 5 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

ahorseback, I know so many men who, as younger men or boys, were taught that this is what it is "to be a man." That the ritual of hunting, of taking life, is, somehow, a right of passage into adulthood; to be 'adult,' to ve 'strong,' to be uneffected by the taking of life. My best friend laments that he, as a younger person, and his brother participated in shooting different wildlife...and, now; feels terribly about it. I have a very hard time when I am faced w/hungers in my midst who have brought along their very young children; boys and girls, to 'learn the "sport" of hunting.' Heart breaking. But, until we grow and learn; we do things that, later in life, we see in a different way.

this is so beautiful in it's vulnerablility and remorse. Thank you.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Luckycats , This in truth is about men , I once watched as a boy came to tears just to try to impress his Father, and the Father ? Let him cry without a word . Pretty sad . I was hunting with this boy as teens . We all learn !...thank you for sharing with me.....:-}

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