I'm waiting immobilized in Erickson, sitting bolt upright with eyes wide open His voice swirling, echoing, making promises without end
At 6:55 the 1170 to Winnipeg Left the cold dark damp bench behind at last
At first I did not notice him lurking quietly, the enemy The Lord prepared me for this The blade unsheathed, plunged mechanically upon his extraterrestrial façade
I could not stop until the creature was destroyed After all it was going to devour us all Attempting to stop me, he fought, begged and bellowed The other passengers did not understand me, they could not see The obscene animal, the sacrilegious putrid being Was plotting murder, there was no other way out
Barricaded I then took of its head To show them how wrong they were
Then I tasted a little piece A morsel of his lying flesh His ear nose and tongue I place in my pocket They are mine now To savor