Poetry / Here Before

I’ve been here before
a shadow from a crooked tree
distorted and contorted
by a restless sun

and once a rotting
leaf unfurled by a
muddy boot, the left
while on the run

I was a stench once
methane rising toxically
from a primordial soup
that’s how I begun

last time a wilder beast
always on the lookout
those bloody lions
they kill for fun

this time the most
grotesque my silhouette
the form of man
a hopeless dun!

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