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.
Copyright © Thomas Stanton | Year Posted 2011
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