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
