not hard of hearing
i hear death
panting for its prey
said smily tell
with withered grin
what may i do
to drown it out
take steps i said
within your head
to where no shadows
fall on blood
where golden wine
flows in streams
macaws fly chatter
through seas of green
hear the wind
strum on pines
waves storm swept
by wild wraiths of birds
sit by the shallows
of a muttering beck
then breath of death
stirs not a leaf