By Brian Nickerson
come up for air together
steel toes pickax our shins
elbows jackhammer our spines
limelight blinding like a prison break
teeth grit throat squeeze howl like
you mean it and submerge again
taste that sweat swamp kick stomp
every body one flexed muscle
clasped hands into balled fists
(I see no nouns now I only see verbs)
above us: sound systems sonic boom
above us: subwoofers thunderclap
before us: seething blackness
before us: state of nature
between us: emergency exit
between us: now or never
(either giggle like a buzzsaw or
choke on your own astonishment)
this is how their walls will crumble.
this is how locked doors swing wide.
this is how we’ll finally escape:
wild smiles and no apologies,
wild eyes and no explanations,
possessed by the thrill of the hunt.
Published on page 54 of the Spring 2011 issue of Leviathan.