Last night I dreamnt  
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath

Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-