A crash at the door.
Move, cover,
They’ve come.
Crouch, hide,
Be still like a dead man.
Stay in the shadows.
Let them be hunters.
Three step inside,
Guns raised before them.
One guards the door.
Nearer, nearer,
Just let them come.
Grab from behind.
A swift cut,
One down.
Duck, run.
Guns scream in anger.
Go for the door.
A muzzle peeks in.
Grab, jolt,
Twist him around.
They fire at the noise.
Two down.
They split,
I wait.
An armored silhouette,
In front of the window.
Run, kick, push.
Glass shatters.
Three down…
A long, long way down.
Things explode,
And splinter around me.
A scared fool with a gun.
Stay low.
Grab the belt
From the bathrobe.
Keep silent.
Keep still.
He’ll come.
Jump, grab,
Twist the belt
Pull tight.
He hurls,
Like a wild bull.
I will not let go.
I feel my rib crack
As we slam the wall.
I will not let go.
A desperate hand,
A gun’s muzzle,
A flash.
Something fast and hot
Grazes my temple.
Pull tighter.
He staggers,
And folds under me.
Four down.
I sit on the floor,
Slouched against the wall.
I hurt, that’s good.
It means I’m alive.
Clean the blood
From my face.
Today they were sticks…
I was stone.