What the Hell Are You?

by Larry Chamberlin   Nov 11, 2013


Sometimes being point
just gets you killed
that much quicker
sniped by some alien
in town for a little game.

It's a jungle in here
with unknown predators
who may be on your
own team undetected
waiting to pounce and kill.

Watching your fellows
strung up like cattle
convinces you of one thing:
cool down, camouflage,
be the beast that lies in wait.

[survival contest challenge; tribute to "Predator" 1987]

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