unflinching

na.

the vultures who hover &

wait for the freshly dead

are best friends, f*****g BFF’s

with the curious curious

cats & kittens

who will not allow one to

be themselves, who will

not get their fingers out of

the pie, who will not stay

away & stop focusing on

everyone, everything,

but their own miserable,

mundane & hopeless

existence---

these gutters, these who

thrive on the ability, on

the very attempt to slice

the torso & take all that

someone holds inside,

all that is one’s secret feeling

of destiny, all that is pure &

special, unique to

one,

they can only be successfully

met in

conflict,

with an unflinching honesty,

with gritted teeth &

the notion that no one will

take what we each hold so

dear,

that death is highly preferred

over the rape of

the individual,

for the sake of the

herd.