Hornets Touch

 
  Murderous hornet
I'll take you on
for I have met your kind before.
You struck me down
among the sounds
a fiddle plays
the widow mourns.
 
Smashed to the ground
where I was found
a sack of dung in my draws.
My eyes rolled back
tied to the tracks
twilight shows its glow no more.
 
Rolled over quick
"This fat ass is thick!"
cried Jimmy, the resident theft.
"Look through his pockets."
"Be gone with that locket."
O Jimmy, I'll creep in your sleep.
 
The slow hand of death
arrived without jest
just doing its job alright.
Pulled back from the scene
the hornets obscene
hopes dashed in the early moonlight.