Well, I finally got some time to work on this one. Here is version 3. Going to say this is all I'm going to do. (Probably) Thanks again for any comments:
Deferred Anger Rising
I tread through grasping vines
running in deepening forests,
as beams of dark light,
born of blackest night,
envelope a sinister shadow ahead.
Standing by the rushing river
the malignant figure stretches,
and wispy hands reach
to take clenched fists.
A terrible kiss from
hungry lips;
Sudden raging rapids
flowing ever faster
pulling into tow,
then blood on the rocks.
Then rocks on the body.
The wet lips
now crack and dry.
The doves return to the river.
They drink still waters,
watching the sky above.
The angry red-tailed hawk waits.



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