Stalker

STALKER

Who dat

Tap his cane

‘Gainst me doorstop

Loudly?

Stay aback, alack, alack.

Who dat

Dims my eyes

Eve’ to sunshine

Brightly?

Stay thy hand, oh man, oh man!

Who dat

Shadows me

With scythe and clock

Nightly?

Hold a spell, o hell, o hell!

Put up

Or shut up.

I will not go

Lightly

Into the hand of death this day.

My heart

Will struggle

To its last beat

Proudly

Before I go, oh no, oh no!

May 2012