Bait

A (bad) poem I wrote during a workshop with Michael Blackburn of Lincoln University. What's more, it's the only poem I've ever finished. So there's something.

Chanting rises like heat

from a bath

An upwards call for unity

as I stride

through the procession

The establishment filters

through; a shark

Meandering towards me

as I

quicken my pace

It slows beside my sign

ready to gloat

Gives the briefest smile

Then goes 

about its way