GLIMMER MAN


  When he moves, it is that he can not be seen,


  Like a shadow that stays, not in the same place.


  He moves as the wind moves, never is he observed,


  Like time, Just as a ghost moves along without notice.


  A phantom, a spirit in the night, exists he does,


  If you become the prey, if seeking you becomes 
  Kis game.

  He will find you, not a soul can run from what can not 
  Be seen,

  He is the glimmer man, his job is to eliminate,


  Keep from being the hunted, he has a name and knows
  His game.

                                        Keith Garrett