Serengeti
a stampede of memories flood the plain
fearful of the hidden assassin
that time itself reveals
their skins, thick with the dead
callous accusations and conversations
aired frequently in public
brambles envelop them, ripping flesh
but the stalker waits silently
until enough blood has been spilled
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