He began as a dot
some way away
and slowly, slowly, slowly
through the shimmering heat
he became more of an ink blot,
then more of a paint splash,
an abstract shape on the move,
closer and closer and closer,
bigger and bigger and bigger,
human-shaped, man-shaped,
an imposing figure, armed and ready,
chasing us, catching us
and then doing God knows what to us.
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