Jitter Issue #3
Refuge
RefugeNo mash of metalJust a dull thudWhen his car makes contactWith the fleshHe stopsHe looks beneathFor the carnageThe dead childThe family dogNothingBut he feels the beast behind him nowSeethingInjuredVengefulRank and baseNot of this world nor of the nextSanctuary sought behind the wheelNailed hands clawThe metal scoresThe windows streakHe feels the rageThe machine reversesHardAgain there is impactThe beast fallsStandsRagesHe drives and the low thing is lost in the opacity behindHe sits in the protection of the pubBreathesRemembersHe is mad or he is lucky