The Warrior

He says, I am a stalker,
track my enemies
arrange traps in the dark.

I say, a warrior must be
honest first, all by himself
alone in the night
with the trees and stones.
It's easier to hate an enemy
than love a friend
no pretty word for it
the lies stacking up.
You become the snake
nibbling at the sky tree roots
following silently
on your belly
fading into shadow.

And what are you, he says.
I say, I am the dreamer
and I dream you away.

Kim Hodges


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