Poetry

old letter

at this hour
when the things in the jungle bite
unseen, phantom birds caw
ripping the night

inconvenient as it is
i remember my past
i never wanted to be a spy
hunting head hunters
crawling through forest and heath

i longed for a life tending teeth
don’t scoff
i never would have taken this gig
in Monkey’s Claw

but the money became necessity
since I wasn’t accepted into the school of dentistry.

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