Gareth

Gray Eyes

Quiet over steel, gray eyes focus
from his soul out into a light
murky with the smoke that night
mists from the evenings hocus-pocus.Useless to resist the power of his eyes
when they fix you with a stare
meant to kill, then eat, over glare
from iris glinting off the starry skies.No message from the touch of quiet paws
as he firms, intent for a strike
lightning-swift, jagged, nothing like
the velvet rationale of laws. Once youre meshed between his teeth,
accept new life his way through his flesh,
turgid, understood hes master, the guess
of no absorbed to yes above, beneath.