Predator

You strike me with your axe, 

but I do not bleed.

Pitted with rust, its edge is flat.

Splintered bones pierce your lips,

as they break between gnashing teeth.

In a sober rage drool drips.

On a smoldering fire sits your bronze spitoon.

Your words echo as you eat,

across the hollow room.

[20 SEP 07]