Black eyes
and grey skin.
Soulless dead,
but hunger still.
Mind of a predator,
more machine
than resembling
the biological.
Dark waters.
Dark nights.
A force of nature,
unstoppable.
Have you tried
not eating
at the feast table?
Impossible
when there is
but one directive.
Resistance
is akin to
no longer breathing.
Hold your breath
until consciousness fades
and you will find yourself
gulping down air
unconsciously,
hungrily,
as if your body
and mind
need it to survive.
So it is,
with the man
in the grey suit;
he’s just getting by.
He takes us
one at a time.
You’ll know him
by his smile.
But he’s
not pleased,
that’s just the shape
of his face.
You see,
he has
so many teeth.
A negative;
his light
a shadow.
Silent,
uncaring,
unmoored.
Comes and goes
from his old
feeding grounds,
barely on the edge
of our awareness.
He smells blood.
He’s drawn to death.
The strife in our lives
spills out
onto the street
and becomes
his ambrosia.
Killing,
then disappearing.
Gone
into the
endless dark.
There is
no time,
no reason
for his kind,
they simply are.
The soulless eyes,
the nameless dread.
Immaculate
in killing style.
He comes,
then he is gone
for a little while.
HG – 2021
