of avoiding those serpentine eyes
"You didn't do this last time"
Fingernails dig into an arm
while their counterparts
run through wet hair
No sign of the Messiah
but there's been a Second Coming
In his defense it's basic math
Steal their thunder playing 'possum
with an Ace up the sleeve
that comes through in the clutch
whether he knows it or not
The scent will hang
in sheets; until shaving.
"The Long Walk" by Stephen King.