I cannot see them

but I know them’s there.

A mirage of mercenaries

emerge from thin air.

And, as every boxer knows,

there’s a cost to every throw.

A hundred punches missed

can hit you like a knockout blow

 

The goalposts got moved

whilst I was otherwise engaged.

And a hard won peace

iss now a raging blaze.

My days! The toughest foe

is the foe you cannot see.

Smoke, mirrors, cloaks

of invisibility.

 

And I’m punching clouds

Rattling sabres at the sky

Shooting arrows underwater

at an enemy fighting shy.

I throw down a gauntlet

the ghosts all ignore

Hoping to be haunted

A little less that I was haunted…

Before I

Abandon this post

Escape now

And give up the ghost

I plot somehow

A new strategy

And time may tell tails

of the death of me.

 

I once got arrested

for fighting with myself.

It looked so realistic

they couldn’t believe there was none else.

But I was the champion

who walked from the ring

And the guy on the deck?

Well he never saw it coming.

 

Now I’m punching clouds

Rattling sabres at the sky

Shooting arrows underwater

at an enemy fighting shy.

I throw down a gauntlet

the ghosts all ignore

hoping to be haunted

A little less that I was haunted…

 

Before long

I’ve had enough of this shit.

But I’ll find a way

to make a fist of it.

And I’m not going down

in the first few rounds

Cos I can’t let the bastards see

They’re grinding me down

 

Now I’m punching clouds

Rattling sabres at the sky

Shooting arrows underwater

at an enemy fighting shy.

I throw down a gauntlet

the ghosts all ignore.

Hoping to be haunted

a little less that I was haunted…

Before I

Abandon this post

Escape now

And give up the ghost

I plot somehow

A new strategy

And time may tell tales

of the making of me.

 

I am a wolf.

You make me prey

you will walk with this wolf

and howl some day.

I am a falcon

to the rustle in your leaves.

A skinfull of instinct

in which this fool believes

in circles

getting ever closer.

 

I am a bloodhound

and the scent trail is clear.

My nose to the blooded ground

smells you near.

From many miles away

I heard your call

through the traffic and the clatter

and the clamour of it all

the circles

getting closer to their core

in circles

soon to be circles no more.

 

 

I am the root

burrowing down.

Sensing your soil

and running you to ground.

I am the branches

that reach round you.

Claiming your presence

and protecting it too

with circles

ever closer to their core

with circles

soon to be circles no more.

 

I am a snake

awake in his lair.

My poison gets sweeter

when I sense you out there.

I am a shark

and this sack of reflexes

once swum an arc

now, what I suspect is

The circles are not circling still.

For the circles hav gone in for the kill.

And the hunter has been groomed

For

I

am

consumed