When I was a kid I had an uncle that ran into a deer at high speed, killing them both. |
-A Deer In Headlights- by Keaton Foster I hear it It’s coming I should be Running Nope Not gonna I’m standing Right here Defiant Is this alliance Within myself I’m committed Without question Beyond dereliction Devoid of any form Of self-preservation Simply This is it Quite clear With little If any fear I won’t move Absolutely I refuse The driver The one coming Barreling down Upon me Knows nothing His weapon of choice A three ton truck Sixty in a forty five They’ll be no time To come to a stop He’ll see me At the last second He won’t be able To avoid what I Intended all along He’ll probably survive Without as much As a single scratch Sure his truck Will be smashed up After all I am no tiny fawn Or puny doe I am all buck A few hundred pounds Of meat and bone With a rack of antlers As wide as the front Of my chosen Method of the end No doubt they’ll Be cleaning My guts and brains From his vehicle for days A deer in headlights It’s not open season Illogical is my reason At least to those Not bound to nature In my eyes And probably their own They have it all While I have nothing They have a future And really I do not Death Hear it comes Unjustifiable Is any reason Oh What a feeling I’m not afraid Not at all concerned If anything I’m relived Certain not to move His tires begin to squeal His lights mesmerize Frozen I do stand As he, the man Runs me down Dead… A Deer In Headlights Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |