2011 - Day 137

In a strange way,
I know I know you
From around the way,
Makin your business
What aint yours,
There's no forgiveness
Light the torch.
Breathe it in
The kerosine,
Damper the vein
Your humility,
It's understood
By all save you,
Not in these parts
Can wolves pass through.
Alas
Another sick beast
Watched by careful eye,
Tonight
We'll have a great feast
The torched remains quite nice,
There.
A Sound from the East--
Without a word
We slip back into
The Night.