160. Six Words You Use for Them
What they have is speed and
They might come
At you or
They might come after
You on
Some day like today
Some day
That seems like the beginning of
A day you’ve lived
Many days
Before but which is a day
You’ve never experienced
Before a day
Like no other
A day when
It all changes as if it
Had never been otherwise
And they
Come after you
Fast and hungry
They come for you
Fast and
Hungry and strong
Ready to break
Down the wall or
Window or
Door between you
Because they
Are hungry for you
For the
Meat of your bones
Your beating
Heart
For the brains in your
Fragile skull
They come at you
In a wave
As the feeling
Of breath against a neck but
Then a wind
Takes over and
They are a storm cloud
Thunderhead
Rolling and gathering the force of
The voices and feet
A roar
Of muscle and blood
And ragged
Voices
Not ever speaking with words
Those without voices
Come for you
Because you have a voice
Because you
Can speak
Because you still have
That human spark
The absence of which
Leaves them
Empty but even stronger
Than you
For nothing holds them
Back from their surging forward
At
You
Alone on a balcony waiting
Where you watch
Him write out
His message swirled
In blood on
The board his message
Swirled in
Blood on the board
His message
Swirled in blood
On the board
They might come
At you or
They might come after
You on
Some day like today
Some day
That seems like the beginning of
A day you’ve lived
Many days
Before but which is a day
You’ve never experienced
Before a day
Like no other
A day when
It all changes as if it
Had never been otherwise
And they
Come after you
Fast and hungry
They come for you
Fast and
Hungry and strong
Ready to break
Down the wall or
Window or
Door between you
Because they
Are hungry for you
For the
Meat of your bones
Your beating
Heart
For the brains in your
Fragile skull
They come at you
In a wave
As the feeling
Of breath against a neck but
Then a wind
Takes over and
They are a storm cloud
Thunderhead
Rolling and gathering the force of
The voices and feet
A roar
Of muscle and blood
And ragged
Voices
Not ever speaking with words
Those without voices
Come for you
Because you have a voice
Because you
Can speak
Because you still have
That human spark
The absence of which
Leaves them
Empty but even stronger
Than you
For nothing holds them
Back from their surging forward
At
You
Alone on a balcony waiting
Where you watch
Him write out
His message swirled
In blood on
The board his message
Swirled in
Blood on the board
His message
Swirled in blood
On the board
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