A Poem For 'E' By Thomas Eric Stanton

She asked me if I had a goal She asked me if I had Fantasized Being the Hunter Or The Hunted For  Four Years I had crossed and re crossed the big cats tracks Across a Riverbed Always measuring the pace Speed Weight And Distance of he and i She said He has dismissed you So far When He is hungry enough He will eat you For four years I have been doing what I thought was a Dance with The Lion She said No He Was only pissing On your Footprints When I reviewed my films Of the prints over The years His over Mine Mine Over His I noticed That there was a slight Wet line Over all the  Prints a Car On the road Somewhere Ahead of you Recently There But now unseen Laying Down a Thin Dark Fresh Line Of Oil Just ahead of you And you know that the engine is dying.