Judson Michael Agla

My Enemy is Resting

I can hear breathing like calm ocean waves
Claws and teeth in atrophy somewhere close

One day I’ll build that treehouse
A place where our thoughts won’t betray us

My enemy is waking

I hear labored breathing and claws
digging through dirt and stone

You died before you became famous
Your absence born a silent revolution
like those that they make documentaries about

I’ll have to start moving now
I am the hunted and my history will be painted
black like coal

My enemy is here

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