Meat Dance
Nostrils flared wide
Stomping hooves
The bull elk shakes
His impossibly giant antlers
His harem flows
Around him like
The white water cascades
Of a jealous river
I greet him
Arms spread wide
Antlers and rattle in hand
Respect and admiration
Filling my heart
Self fullness radiates
From him as a birthright
Reflecting back to me
My own beauty, vanity
and hubris
And it is in the eyes
Of the old female elk
That I see the knowledge
Of the wheel of life
The meat dance that
Takes us all in the end
Leaving us praying
That the vultures
Those Lords of Death
Will pick clean our bones
So that we may pass
Through the portal
That patiently awaits.
Scott DuRoff 10/2014
Nostrils flared wide
Stomping hooves
The bull elk shakes
His impossibly giant antlers
His harem flows
Around him like
The white water cascades
Of a jealous river
I greet him
Arms spread wide
Antlers and rattle in hand
Respect and admiration
Filling my heart
Self fullness radiates
From him as a birthright
Reflecting back to me
My own beauty, vanity
and hubris
And it is in the eyes
Of the old female elk
That I see the knowledge
Of the wheel of life
The meat dance that
Takes us all in the end
Leaving us praying
That the vultures
Those Lords of Death
Will pick clean our bones
So that we may pass
Through the portal
That patiently awaits.
Scott DuRoff 10/2014
