I’m the death in the dark

a wisp of web

spun in haste against a corner

waiting for heat, 

movement

a tingle feel

slight slip into death.

 

I keep ready at the edge

playing life and death

like fishing

for beating things

a kill

a draining

a discard.

 

A hunger that never stops.

 

Dave Barber

16 Nov 08

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