Dead Eye to Eye
| The ax cleaved skull lay cocked listening to the call of geese flying. Staring with decomposing eyes into a winter sky. |
| I have not seen war dead eye to dead eye But have caught death creeping through my fields and wood. |
| I'm told death walks proudly across battle lines in war. But I have seen the sneak of illness and greed of ambush. |
| This day I walk, gun in hand, across a bull Elk, left shot, his rack of horn hatched from his dying skull. |
Scott L. Strait