10-29 Odie's Bridge

the woods stirred,
behind your eyes,
the hunt had begun.

I could tell,
you wanted to bundle in,
scarf around your head,
ignore the call,
and look down,
at still water collecting evening,

but instead, you held on to the
wooden rails, train rushing by,
while I, casually, ripped out my eyes,
to show you the backside,
and said,
don't worry sweetie,
see I have scars too,

before jumping over the rail,
face planting, blindly groping,
crawling on the moving,
sinuous surface, till I could stand,
hands clutching my eye-balls,
middle-finger pointing lightening to the sky,

don't worry sweetie,
I yelled over the rush of the train,
see I have scars too,
and popped them back in,

while you faded away, ticket in hand,
fingers clutching your face, I heard a pop,
followed, by another, and then silence.

The hunt was on.