THE HUNTER’S MOON

The news arose with the dawning sun

That death would soon appear

In seven days it would come

Hold thy loved ones near

Autumn’s harvest brewed darker days

The season welcomed mankind’s fate

Mortal men hunted game

The moon prowled on the human race

Ancient biology embedded in our bones

Veiled misgivings of a dubious reality

Raging realms of worlds unknown

The ancestry we cannot see

Cosmic connections to the world at stake

Spirited away on All Hallows’ Eve

Death does not discriminate

Earth, air, and fire gathered to grieve

In each death a blossoming life

Saints, sinners, martyrs and thieves

Beyond the graveyard, without strife

Craving six feet of resurrected immortality

In the ashes of the unconscious

Birthing a new dimension of experience

Shadowed by transcendence

Into the ether of existence