Becoming the predator

Suit and tie child
The work day over nothing to lose
You leave the company bamboozled
street is as clear as a holiday weekend dune
colleague farewells you and disappears into the hot afternoon

Faceless workers fancy corners you got a piece of the city
windows wave goodbye and empty streets usher you in

Lost child
The highway stares you down, it doesn't blink
you make your way to the hill trying to think
Palms lean in from the road island clumps
The hills up ahead sunbathing green lumps

The broken paint lines try to keep up with your steps falling
shadowy shop fronts don't let you know what they are selling

Airport child
In the hills you seek a car, you seek a path
lost for direction sky forms a mouth to laugh
The long blades of grass may be out of place
but they belong more than you

Overhead you search for where the planes are coming from
it leads you back to your false suburban house humdrum

House child
Up the drive of a well trimmed arid garden
into the orange light reflecting off the smoke stained wallpaper
A confused housewife pointed out the defects of the child
and the child's failure to reach the airport

Conversation ricocheted off the dining table
as if it was the table that created it and not family mouths

Crocodile child
Out of the backyard a great lake lies
Wooden look out to take in with brave eyes
The child climbed up and looked around untangled
only to see crocodiles coming forth from every angle

Pastures green as the crocodile hides
deltas caressing suburan backyards, sinfully confiding

Escape child
The secret police arrived kicking out the crocodiles
helmets, vests and every kind of gun
Sprinting into the high grasses caught by the sun
jumping into a hole, hidden from the front

For they don't see what they seek, fear upon
their blindess as powerful as their weapons

Predator child
Following the uniforms as they continued their search invain
With a hunger that never felt so alive
in stomach and poisoned the saliva
quickly dragging them into the muddy sinking area
Before a shot was fired the troops marinating in terror

Their uniforms keeping them fresh for devouring violent and wild
breaking bones and piercing organs, blood an opiate for the child