The Dark Man's Teeth

A brandishing of sheath, 

a cascading of teeth, 

do the blades come thrashing down. 

A jump and safe again, 

but for now the attack comes, 

swiftly. 

I see in his face, the hate, the evil, the pickering of toes and teeth, the dreams of little children weep. 

The dark of his eyes, as a stream mesmerizes, 

brings through the thoughts of past, the hates of tomorrow. 

Utter rage overcomes and the memories are no more. 

The eyes of the man, of torture, of evil, of death, and thievery, 

become light.

And once again, was it bright. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing journey took into reader to dark places leading to the light.
"I see in his face, the hate, the evil, the pickering of toes and teeth, the dreams of little children weep.
The dark of his eyes, as a stream mesmerizes,
brings through the thoughts of past, the hates of tomorrow. "
The above lines. Honest tone leaving the reader with something to think about. I liked the complete poem. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote