Whatever we do we are watched and judged by animals better than us.


Silent Eye

From the shade branch of the thorn
Through the wave of hot day
I hang my legs down to touch the air
My body is stealthily asleep
With my eyes wide open
I am waiting

Don't come walking
I don't want you
Because I fear you and only you
Because you kill without reason
I pity you for the way you cry

From my place inside your nightmare
I see into your death
The dancing dust of fighting
Fits the tune of your despair
I am the single leopard
Walk alone at night to watch
I see your fatal hiding
I know your final words




Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-05-27 at 20:29

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