She disguises

herself

in her

jackal's coat


whenever

the moment

suits her.

a cheap disguise

at that.


prey to hunter

innocence to

damnation,


she may

pretend.

but I have

witnessed

the jackal

running back

and forth

under my

bed like

a charged

beast rattling

it's cage

just before

dinner..


and I do

not fear

her, but I

do not love

her either.


throw the

jackal a

juicy bone,


silence

the rattling

quake.


tell the

sun

not to

come out

tomorrow.


let the

jackal

dance

in exhilaration

over me.


I await

only a

jackal's

baptism

in my

sleep..


and though

she will not

let me wake

tomorrow.


in this prayer

let this

night and

her vice

be forever

done with

me.