...in my boxers...
"sound of predator human nature
growing closer to us still."
Damm good, my bond fractal man. Damn good!
Those last two lines... if you've ever read any of my work, I tend to write about human nature a lot, because I find it quite fascinating. This poem hit a tone with me, and I must say, I was duly (right word? or use?) impressed.
The meter wasn't as flowing as one might expect, but, personally, I think it was best for this piece.
"On the plains of Hesitation lie the blackend bones of countless millions, who, at the verge of victory, sat down to wait, and waiting - died."