THIS BODY cannot escape the laws of predation, their natural mix of good and evil haunting every street I travel, each corner I turn, a provincial stew of faulted creation, the species evolved to spend my youth running machines for the total harvest and mega slaughter of global devastation tracking my path of literary protest and elusive migration to these tranquil woods where rabbit-like I ramble awhile for a mile or two wondering if and when my deadly graduation could begin today, fear the bad habit of this inner child whose weary parents, Experience and Observation know life after life is the way.

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