I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth
Wandered away. Wandered by
I pa**ed your house, had seen a mountain
The riches. A metal taste in my mouth for
The riches. Asked a question, took the dog
To the yard, and where he snarled
I dug, pulling out the bites of snakes!
And slugs and bugs and slugs and bugs
And slugs and blah!
I dug, pulling out the broken rake
Tar, shingles, knives with duller blades
I took the wood
Split it into two
Made a bed for him
Laid it in a line
I dug, I rubbed
A spark! A flame!
A sun born, waiting for the body
Turn the embers, glowing
And I could feel the eyes that hang
Above the fence
Between the cracks
The knowledge of the d**h, the d**h
Uncovered where I buried it
But he just kept pulling it out...
So I k**ed him