The Hero’s Gaze

a madman
walking up and down the street
shouting furiously
at the cars he sees

(one by one
their shadows fall) upon his flying gaze
with instincts of unnatural ability
he flings himself
across the face of death

the hero’s gaze
welcomes you to come aboard
to share his only chance
at life and glory
at a glance

“Come fly with me,” he gargles
and spits into your horrify-eyes
(like chaps across a bramble) a cushion
against the bristle
of his life

(I wish that I could tell you more) for
heroes die each day
just don’t be so surprised
to find
you fear the hero’s gaze

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