[insert enemy here]

“They shovel dirt in your face.
You should thank them. And thank them again”
—Duo Duo, ‘Looking Out From Death’

I have not rolled around in filth
And bore and eaten and clawed
At horror, for your encompassing doom—which

I now master, with both sight
And description—to have its way with me; as I am laughing
At you now—at you in me—and I am wailing

And screaming in your face as you will go
Before I do. You see that speck
Miles away? It could take me

Lifetimes again—and it may not be for me
In the end; but I am getting back to that
So I can move more words and wilderness

And whatever it takes to pull others
Away from you; as I know your playgrounds
And ways, and I can disappear

And trick too. And you will know
Nothing about me until it’s too late.