Getting chased by the local militia.
"Panting" pushing through the fields of
pig grass "swoosh swoosh".
Tropical gale up the village´s outer trees "wheesh".
Sprinting "tit tat titting".
Suddenly stopping not in time.
The underbrush consumed the barbwire
and "Danger" skull and crossbone sign.
Two steps and "clink"!!!
Deadstill now the body motionless as if struck blind
or by a stroke.
The "clink" was the dull click of an old landmine
now primed.
Screaming now "Ahhhhhhh",
for life was so sweet god gave back so many lovely chances.
Now it´ll all be in vain as fate steadily advances.
"Ouch" a paper wasp descended from the nearby mango tree
well infested with foul and nefarious nests.
"ZZZZZEmmm" "Zist" as it settled on the neck of the corpse soon to be.
Stinging flesh soon to fester.
Two or three sharp burns from it´s primed stinger.
Up ahead "rustling" in the pig grass a majestic Taipan!
"Rustle" "Sssst sssst st" gliding like a tyrant through
the stems of a monocot forest toward the paralysed man.
It does approach like the midday sun.
In the distance he can hear his name being called like
some strange game.
Alas his voice was spent screaming when he gave the militia the slip
when he tragically triggered the tricky tip of his own death trip.
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