Cannibals

The drums... The distantdrumming

Is foreboding Evil's eminent

Approach as I lay sleepless

On a breathing jungle floor,

Knowing when the drummingstops

The silence soon will issueforth

It's summons and the chasebegins

As I seek sanctuary's door.

 

Heading deep into theunderbrush

I seek a hiding place,

Praying to avoid the commonpredators

Of lower cunning;

Knowing my true enemy is oneof like flesh,

Closing fast.

I cover tracks as best I can

And task my weary legs keeprunning.

 

Faith is shaken, and all calm

Is turned to fitful flightsof fright.

Satan must protect thesecannibals

Who stalk the restless night.