End of the Hunt - Testimony
the wolf.
the fleeing doe.
the wolf's breath.
the doe's breaking eye
when he bends over her.
the doe's easy, wide leaps.
the wolf's heavy jumps, powerful, far-reaching.
Mighty.
Through the woods, through, through,
scratches his face.
does not feel the pain.
all senses at the hunt.
Driving hunt. Deathly hunt.
Deathly night.
The breaking legs.
the beautiful, fragile legs.
who know the grass, the prairies,
easily going through, without a SIGN.
He who found her sign.
And the hunt is in his woods.
His woods, dark, green.
Emerald.
Still-standing.
Dangerous.
The attraction of danger.
The beauty of death.
The longing, the longing.
His kingdom: Kingdom of Death.
And she: daring to enter,
strong in believing the light,
the light of her eyes,
stronger than his darkness.
And he looks into her eyes
for one moment.
The daring allure.
The boldness.
The courage to die.
Shakes back.
Flees.
Turns the eye,
runs, runs back to her light.
to her home.
But his image
sticks like an arrow in her flesh.
Spoils her vision,
her conviction
about direction.
And so he forces her into his
kingdom,
to flee on a ground
that is not hers,
resisting, hindering her leaps.
His kingdom,
where every step is his.
And he already knows
that she runs, and runs
until she breaks
in his arms.
When he bends over her,
his teeth in her flesh,
in her throat,
still breathing
and he bits,
still wincing
and revolting
under his weight
but victory
is already his.
The end of the hunt,
Her BLOOD on his SNOW.
His ice. Her warm, pulsing blood.
END OF THE HUNT
WHAT REMAINS IS: RED-COLOURED BLOOD.
TESTIMONY
(Three paintings in oil, New York, 1994)