Half past midnight.
I lost a wheel in the dark,
Met the chatter of the wild,
The metal waft of blood

Two o’clock.
I trudged
Due west
With my legs set afire,
Crazed and bathed in crud and sweat

Past four.
I dove into a maze of fallen trees
Before the snarls of death
Could bleed away my strength

Six o’clock.
The feral dogs
Slipped back into the dark,
In pursuit
Of the savory thrashes of distress