I Run

photograph by les roberts

Scarecrows and storm clouds crowd about me,
I feel the electric twitch and coil in long lines of force
that drive me to my home
and drive me away.

The lines buzz and mutter to each other
of threats and taunts and torments,
and all the while the scarecrows flap and squawk
and conspire together to denounce me.

I run because I can,
I run because I must,
I run before these hounds of Hell
can turn me into dust.