Hunting the distant banks
Of one lost remembrance
A reckoning came upon me  
Excuses left askance
My tracks grew large
As midnight’s table turned
The prey had changed to predator
Of a memory left unlearned

        The dark repeating whispers
           my soul afraid to tell

        Until its breath upon my back
          —last step my fear to quell

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)