I’m taking you (against your will)
back home with me

it will seem strange
to you, the tawny landscape,

the people, their remains
scattered and uncollected

I will be the one
to piece it all back together

identify all the parts
every segment, every sector

there will be acres of regret
in the yellowing fields

and cries you will not
be able to hear

but trust me, I am skilled,
the best hunter

ever produced
in those parts