werewolf god is a hyiena, licking the wounds of circumstance with a casual hunger. a carcass holds me when i sleep at night, and god watches over it, grinning all the night, under a moon he is in. the sun festers, clouds pass, grass jerks as if ridden by invisible fly bites. god is a carcass, holding me, a grinning hyiena, a nashing mouth. 030829
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