Slanty eyed, this brute creature, narrowed till it’s cunning
With a glint that, like a hateful rat retreating into sewers, promises
To eat your children alive. The ugly intentions show and serves
As its coarse hide of indifference, even to our pelting and
Silly display of pot-banging rituals to ward it off. Dinner time,
We clutch our food and guard with our fork, fearful
As Ralph against the enclosing savages, against
The malevolent stalker as it circles us and eyes an opening.
Bulbous and swollen, its short legs propel it forward thundering
Thundering along some rhythm of a drum, base and primal
With jittery membrane. It breathes into our ears with hot dark puffs
At night, out of sight and all around, and scurries off into the dark
With our bags flopping like a screeching abducted bride.
The next morning we will find them weeping in a far corner,
Raped of their rations and food, soggy and trampled and
Undignified.
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