Cannibals

The drums... The distant drumming

Is foreboding Evil's eminent

Approach as I lay sleepless

On a breathing jungle floor,

Knowing when the drumming stops

The silence soon will issue forth

It's summons and the chase begins

As I seek sanctuary's door.

 

Heading deep into the underbrush

I seek a hiding place,

Praying to avoid the common predators

Of lower cunning;

Knowing my true enemy is one of like flesh,

Closing fast.

I cover tracks as best I can

And task my weary legs keep running.

 

Faith is shaken, and all calm

Is turned to fitful flights of fright.

Satan must protect these cannibals

Who stalk the restless night.