POEM: The World as a Prey Animal

Whose eyes glare out at me from the brush?
Whose hot breath keeps time with mine and hopes for blood?
Whose very being-distinct from my own
Wishes me dead, as food alone?
As a victory kill in the glorious hunt?

Let me sleep tonight, sacrifice that I am.
Let me sleep tonight as a lamb in the wild.
In grasses hidden, where destiny thrives,
In chaos neatly tucked away in ordinary lives.