Immunity

Eagles, tigers, wolves and serpents ride their backs
Street
        Lights
                Come
                        On.
He       not        for    has    destination.
    does     hurry,    he      no
There grows within him, a vague unease.
                              Fences here are little more than f r a g m e n t s.
Timehasrunawaywithhim.
                      

The store window illuminates the sidewalk like a stage.
     Beyond the light,
                              everything is obscured by darkness.
Footsteps growing LOUDER.
He takes them
                     as
                   a
                     signal
                    to
                       return
                    the
                        way
                     he
                        came.
Retracing it is impossible.
                                                                       Intent upon the future
                                          that he dangerously                                ignores the present.
His will, combined with his clothes, provides no immunity.
Eagles, tigers, wolves, serpents.
Instinctively relaxing,
                                            certain of his safety,
                                                                                            in the last moment of his life.