Go
by Leslie Stiff Arm
November 8, 2011

I had found him,
in a deserted clearing,
I thought I had the boy,
until I heard a rustle in
the shrubs

I suddenly started sprinting to
him,
the hated runaway,

Seventy Feet,
my head is clear,

Sixty,
I'm beginning to doubt,

Fifty,
I heard him scream,

Forty,
I saw it,
A dark figure gaining,

Thirty,
I’ve got to help,
and fast,

Twenty,
I killed it,
Just like that,

Ten,
I got to you,

Zero,
there’s more,
we need to
Go
 

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