A Killer's Wail
Spot lights atop an eighteen-wheeler
On a collision course with its dinner
A blood sport from a by-gone era
Played out on designing the perfect killer
In the dim of the darkest depths
The call of nature reduced to silence
Deep beneath the soul of the earth
The darkness sunk the loudness
Open mouths drown in their scream
Teardrops dissolve in the murky waters
Dark shades of grey shadows swim
Wide eyes seen through shut windows
Who am I to question natural select
On the white's greatness to be true
Beware this hunter's grin so innocent
His Cuteness rules the ocean blue
12-15-2014
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