^ Verses 29 - 35

Startled,

They get nearer,

Danger of the mad man,

It sinks into the undergrowth,

Hiding.

 

 

Eyes set,

Watching the food,

Listening to footsteps,

Smelling the perspiration,

Despair.

 

 

Women,

Gentle of touch,

Weapon in arms shaking,

Squelching shoes coated in darkly

Wet mud.

 

 

Butch men,

Ready with guns,

Triggers for squeezing: then,

Sudden dash through the roots of old,

Decay.

 

 

The body,

Wasted away,

Oozing dribbles of blood,

Bite marks scratching through the shape,

Just parts.

 

 

Gather,

They pick him up,

Away from the squeamish,

Gloved to avoid the blood of death,

Scarring.

 

 

Escape,

Bags full of body,

To safety – creature free,

Emotion present and cripples,

Sadness.

The End

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