Thursday, August 5, 2010

Verse: predators

walking by
the sinister knots
the barbed wire
that snakes around
the abandoned school
where my mother went
the windows
that remain
look like black eyes
at least the ones
that are not broken
or boarded up anyway
i chance to see them
brown as oak
and huddled
in the long grass
singed by the sun
moving careful
and slow together
so as not
to raise suspicion
so as not
to let their prey know
that they are approaching