Danger
You will never be safe –
from a tiger’s blood-hungry prowl,
from the rage of machinery spitting sparks
and tearing in anger at open throttles,
from the poor aim of fate,
lashing carelessly in a crowd.
You can stay at home, behind
a five-lever mortice lock and
five-star rated anti-viral software,
keeping your terrors well fed on
a diet of rumination.
Around and around they’ll go,
claws clicking on your reclaimed timber floor.
But razor-fanged beasts and dark-intentioned men
are just cinema snacks
for the dread monster that
roars about the living you missed
while you thought you were safe.
Pic: 
Trudie Smith Photography
