Outside I hear a mad sound-
savage throats making waves.
I only imagine the scene,
safe on the 4th floor
it sounds like monstrous dogs.
dogs that bite children,
scare police, and chew dumpsters.
They're looking to dominate, to mark,
to catch, and they're ready to bleed
and if they can't do these things
then they'll haunt.
they'll haunt me as I'm trying
to grind words 'till their powder is pure.
They'll chase away all want and need-
they're no more dogs than I.