The Predator
dug a hole
in turtle’s wake
scooped and
sucked down
pulsing life
one dark night.
An empty pit
and shriveled eggs
mark the theft .
Her children are dead.
Vulnerability
and violence
are bed mates
She bears
thirteen squares –
Round House
hovers above her –
Nature’s Protection.
But how can she
puncture the balloon of
his lies
with her body
to feel the strength
of the shield
she owns?