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Annihilator
In the forest of his life
he lives his private fantasy
sees malignant animals
lurking everywhere
and when he falls
into his restless cave
he keeps a handgun
under the blanket
Some nights
he wakens horrified
at some imagined sound
shoots at shadows
hears malignancies
hiding between words
He fantasizes
he’s a character in a novel
in busy streets
he stalks celebrities
between the trees
and stench of other animals
and when he catches one
He shoots him
four or five times
in the back and in the head
then sits on paving stones
quietly opens his book
catches a few children
before they fall
off the unprotected world
There are those among us
who applaud him
hang his portrait in their caves
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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