And flies...

they flock to that seedy looking wet lizard 
with a fat belly 
like lepers flock to Jesus in a leper colony...
like they flock to the eye of a corpse...
like they flock to the light.

And though they can see in almost every direction
and move almost quicker than the eye
they are unsuspecting of the lightning 
sticky tongue, 
appears and disappears out of nowhere 
like virtual matter, 
          ...taking them with it.

It's swift like the snake stab
that snaps up that seedy looking
wet lizard with a fat belly once complacent,
that sat upon that rock.

Just like that...

Trapped in a tunnel 
paralyzed with venom.
Still smiling.

A serpent curls up on a hot rock to digest.
Makes a warm meal
served on time by synchronicity
for an eagle blessed with vision 
and talons. 
Right on cue 
like the arrow
that plucks that bird from the sky.
Unseen like a big cat
that creeps in moonbeams 
as quiet as death.

A tear forms from a woman's eye
as she stands before a stone.
It marks her young sons' grave.
He was the tribes' best hunter.
He could shoot an eagle in the eye.
But he was eaten by a spirit
in the guise of a cat he couldn't see.

She blesses the power that gave her
her life.

She blesses the power that gave her
her son

and she blesses the power that took him away.

Deep within she knows
It will claim her too...

In the distance
at the edge of the world
Power lurks like an event horizon.

It is a fearless Hunter.

No two ways about it.
It will claim us too.                                                             © 1998 by David Bozzi