PREDATOR
water streaming through my gills
bringing the life-giving oxygen
I power my way forward
body so streamlined it is pure vector
dorsal, pelvic, pectoral
gigantic fins to stabilize
as I torpedo towards you
through the water
you being human
this being
no fair fight, supreme
mismatch
Oh yes, when I die
let me reborn in some
size or shape of deadly predator
hunting you down hopeless, hapless human
locked onto the smell of your blood
yes black as night and cruelly beautiful
my eyes blaze like emeralds
lit from within
my claws to catch and hold, dagger
canines to do the coup
de gras with
or slither like lightning turned into muscle
each drop of my venom there, in theory,
to wipe out an army
more than enough
to deal with you
who so
foolishly, artlessly,
entered into my target territory
whose heart
I have on heat desk
my speed
coiled up for
all such
devastating encounters
and yet
in your eyes I see recognition
absurd realization you
know me from somewhere
but I have have long forgotten you
reader, or the
wish beautifully realized
expressed
in this poem
having forgotten what it is like
to have been
human
my poetry now a matter of
rhythm and execution;
timing and kill
