newark

very rough draft poem for my 5th book of poems

thanks for all the love

Schools out

I am a predators predator
And you now know it
The look on your face shows it
Like finding a great white shark in a bathtub

You have never seen me
Only heard the rumors
Of my existence
From men, who never knew a man of my likes?

Yet you sense I am close
Something is wrong
Maybe they have trained you well
Trusting what you feel

Knowing your instincts are right
You get up slowly
To check on your sentries
Alarmed when you can not find them

For nearly a week
I followed you
Watching your
Every move

Learning how
You react
You are to disciplined
Everything is by the book

Now I thirst for you to find me
To see what
Knowledge you have
Been instilled

Your comrades, had little
And they paid with their life
I think you learned
From reading, not doing

Nor the carrot and the stick
Academics,
With no real
World experience

You creep
Through the forest
Silently, fluidly as if you
Were ready for anything

Now play time
Is over
School is out
And its three oclock

You still can not
Sense my closeness
From behind a tree
I grab you

Slitting your throat
Left to right
Gently as if I was
Playing the violin

Then filling
Half a canteen cup
With your blood
Gulping it down

While your
Heart still beats
Its warm, sweet and slightly salty
You will live inside me

I think
If a tree falls in a Forest
With nobody around
Does it make a sound?