The turtle rises.

Beak long since broken.

A facade hiding the teeth it was never supposed to have.

The prey it hunts may run for a time.

It never had to hurry to begin with and it never had to try.

For the fates of all things are written on its back.

***

Would you fight back?

Against something not designed to be killed.

Would you run?

For it almost always gives you time to think first.

You better figure out the answers like I have.

For the turtle comes for all eventually.