Nothing takes the sting out of fear
death lurking somewhere
a bullet straying somewhere
nothing takes the sting out of fear
stricken in moments when
wind plays devil, and water swirls in mad tempest
nothing takes the sting
fear is a death disaster
fear is a broken shield of a car
fear is the calling of hyenas
and mad dogs
fear is in those atrophied bodies wasted by bullets,
world phenomenon,
how can I encompass fear
with its heavy leaden moments of corrosion, gnarled face, emaciated
children in subtropics?
I had better hold it by a noose, strangulate it, let go its moments,
one by one…
