One man, Many bodies

I have grown up in many places

and strangeness seems to follow me from every

neighborhood to the next.

There is a man,

he looks different each time but I swear

he is one soul in many bodies.

In this life he is wrinkled,

his hair has begun to gray,

and he should not be quite old enough to have lost

his entire mind --

yet,

he is after my young and

swollen brain…

and other cavities.

I am guarded by bone and

I know by now that men are

never to be trusted.

They may as well all be the same.

One man, many bodies.

So I have seen him through the window many times

and like every one of the dozens,

he met my eyes with hunger.

Of course it was only a matter of time until someone

other than me was devoured.