a_hurt_silence_ensued farmfish when i am the barking dog, ravenous for reason of being, you are the child running for protection. no more do you place your hands on your knees with aim to please, calling me by name and rubbing my fur under the collar. you give me no bone, no heart, no home, leaving me all alone in your hurt silence. and when darkness closes in and the moon is full, i howl long and hard, a mournful song of great loss. 011125 what's it to you? who go blather from