Fear Takes Many Forms, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fear Takes Many Forms

Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Grinding, knurling as if made by a beast!
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Far too easy here for us to be downed
I for one do not choose to be a feast.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Here only my meatless bones will be found.
Care not to be referred to as deceased.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Afraid that my ticket is stamped “hell bound.”
Forgotten, as if never did exist.
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?

Need I this situation to expound?
Again, again I shall ever persist.
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?

Am I so daring myself to be clowned?
Do you not fear the monster to be unleashed?
Listen, do you hear it, that awful sound?
Are we safe in the treeless open ground?