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HUNTER'S MOON, by            
First Line: The hunter's moon is out tonight
Last Line: Our lover's lips unkissed.
Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters

The hunter's moon is out tonight,
Cold and callous and high and white
Among the startled trees;
So we must go hunting, you and I,
After a song or after a lie
Or a dead man's trumperies.

We must go hunting here and there,
Perhaps for a dream we used to share,
Perhaps for a ruined shrine;
For a god or so whom we lost last year,
Or a fugitive dusk that we held too dear,
Or a stain of blood, or wine.

Insatiate yet is the hunter's moon,
Her silence compels like a haunted tune
Through the late December mist.
So we must go hunting once again,
Our thin souls stripped to the wind's keen pain,
Our lover's lips unkissed.

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