There you wait with sharpened knives.
Blood is caked and dried along them.
You laughed as you struck those lonely lives.
You won’t have me.
I will fight you.
Tooth and fist
The whole night through.
Can you hear me, aborted nightmare?
Let the day’s light burn your need.
Swallowed whole in sun’s own brilliance.
To hell with you, you trampled weed.