The bird of death
it comes so quickly
like as hawk swooping down
for a morning meal
It appears and disappears from the evil skies of the tropics.
A man crossing the road
late for an interview running
is too slow,
a cop in pursuit of a criminal can’t compete
with its speed
it appears and disappears
like a viper striking its target
this bird of death
Evil of the modern age.
A friend has his worries
That don’t include thank you for
Gifts from another friend
he just wants to survive for the day
From, this bird of death…
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