4.15.2015

a long slick narrow bridge

over waters filled

with death

hate filled people gleeful

in pot-shotting

at random victims

a gauntlet of terror

each movement

only forward

unsure if the next

moment will be

the halted step

and tumble,

yet at bridge’s

end landfall

war torn windows

with killers

from above

merciless still.

beneath the brick

an abandoned room

to hide

a young marauder

enters for prey

and struggle

in which prey

turns, wrestles

to top

and in hard, twisting

longer than expected,

grasp

breaks the neck

of the pursuer

becoming

in turn, a killer.

in new company now

can he be trusted

or will

the blood taste

turn him

to lust for more.

fear, mistrust, anxiety

engage.

who will deliver us

from this bondage

of death?

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