I am waiting for the wilderness to swallow me.
Mottled swamps lie open and aloof,
Yawning at the sky.
The sun slips slowly into the west.
To my right there are the last bloody streaks of sunset
And to my left, darkness.
The clouds are perturbed, like kicking stones into a muddy brook and I
Although I am strong as a badger and fleet as a hare,
Your clever ambush snatched my paws
And after struggling at the trap teeth and unwilling
To chew my limbs I finally lay down to anticipate your succour.
You have stolen me.
I am prone like a specimen, sweated and greased.
You lifted up my chin and pushed your fist into my mouth and opened up my ribs,
Tore through muscle and emptied out my lungs into the barren
Marshes and slipped away, my foot released.