14 January 2013
Mangy dog of this puffed town King of dirt, rueful snarl Depth of night will hold you tight Grow your bones In fairy forests Frighten the mothers Eat sweet little kids' soft red cheeks Show your teeth then runway Back in your cave of loath and decay, cry to the floor No moon for you You didn't born wolf.
Dog of pity, you won't be touched, nor for a caress, or for a punch.
Nebula • Opuss № I