MEGAN GERMAN

The hunters are out to kill my dreams.

They lurk in the shadow, so I forget them—

But spears are still sharp in the dark.

 

Dreams stand no chance after they’ve

Been jabbed, sliced, and cut to feed

Those who are growing.

 

Dreams are meant to be untouched;

But as time goes on, and spears morph to guns,

And hunt turns into game,

 

Men no longer lurk in the shadows.

But now blaze fire to set a straight

And flat path to claim what isn’t theirs.