The poem we have for you here is titled - The Great Black HunterMention it.
What bush meat I’ve not eaten?
Tiger, hare, deer or python
or squirrel, alligator, snail; my dad
was a good hunter
not with gun but with
Now that he’s late
I’ve began to hunt my meats
in bushes beneath the skirts.
May his warrior soul, rest in peace.
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