No Medal – poetry


Spirituality pins
No medal
To your chest.

It is a raptor
Tracking you
Until you turn
To be its prey.

Raw and alive
He chews you
Swallowing you
Bit by bit.

His dark belly
Extracts your essence
And transmutes that
In his guts.

When he is done
He leaves behind
A little heap
Of gold.

from ‘Tiny Signposts in a Desert’ Karin M Visser, Eloquent Books New York 2009