As impertinent, irreverent death awaits,
I arm and steel myself with delusion’s confusion,
make myself a moving target which vile snipers
can never, never contact, hit, nor kill.
I stand then leap beyond the forbidden entrance.

Death pursues; I evade, evade myself.
Perpetual movement, lost my bearings,
running stop signs, never knowing where I am.
I evade, evade myself.

Find one safe place just to the left.
But don’t you go there!
It may be just a ruse
to trap me, lull me, get me to choose
demolition's detonation of the hidden IED.

Panic pushes, squeezes, presses all my time.
I cannot walk down a peaceful path,
for moving targets must keep running.

Crowd, group, congregation assembled here
to hem me in and hold me fast
as death approaches.
Stupid bastards! Don’t you know?
Untie me, release me, let me go!
I can always outrun death.

I’ll not let you make me the target.
I evade, evade myself.
And, in the end, I shall succeed!