On sandy shores,
Six eyes find me
On my knees, forgetting.
A present mind, arise to flee
From snarling lips
their hatred curls.
And by my hands
two jaws are snapped.
Still run from one
an alpha mutt.
Strong, yes strong
Unbending and unending.
Tree and sand give
to a tiled hall, endless.
My hands cannot break him
my traps cannot ensnare him
Four gaunt legs
Stained under scabby sores
Carry two glassy eyes,
ever-seeing, ever-seething
Funneled down a corridor
unto his harrowed den.
Betwixt his fangs,
and the eyes ahead
Arrested by this mongrel,
or choose assimilation.
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