Kevin Eaglesfield - Chase

Is it hormones pounding
In and out his dead red legs,
Or sentient terror
And a knowledge of his end?
What defence against the banging
As his zig-zag heart
Rends his chest
And tries to overtake him?
Does doom buzz between
Keen, yelp-filled ears
And make him wish and promise?
Does the dread game feel arousing,
The chase exciting,
To die alive more than inch by inch
And maggots?

Kevin Eaglesfield

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