Death

Death
you stalk from behind.
No man stands with a gun in my guts,
I hear about it on the six o’clock news.
My body isn’t tangled with mental and glass
on some freeway,
I see it on the six o’clock news.
When I turn
you vanish.
I only catch you in glimpses,
night siren,
the body of a a cat along the road.
When you’re through playing,
I’ll look you in the eye
and there will be that
deep thunder laugh
of recognition
and we will bite
and struggle,
fall
make love
surrender.