when all of my sacred seemed heresy nightime came out in his boots
hyenas and jackals and wolves and curs laughing and yapping and howling their din the sole noise in that darkness save the blood inside of my ears begins to sing
those canine predators lope easy, in endless pursuit of my courage which is flagged after waning these years
i fight the urge to lay down shake my head turn around and walk on bones this frame worm eaten with fear
into the caress of this moonless oblivion knowing that i am more hungry for bravery than these that hunger for me
after a turn without stumbling though i cannot see i return to this place turning back a thin man in a dream
smoke rising as i lay down a signal sent to no one