RZD
bud nipper
Shores dragged wet and white foam-flecked
At the mephitic brink of low tide
Tormentor stands with his wolf grin wide
Gaunt in char black and vulture-necked
Behind him, black cliffs of calving shale
And a wood of gnarled, hateful trees
Where no azure midday sky succeeds
Tall and angry thunderheads avail
He will never deign to thievery
Murder is such an intimate art
The living brain, liver, stomach, heart
The blood, last, he consumes greedily
Tormentor, or avatar divine,
From your heart’s fennel to your mind’s waste
Of all the sleep-dark rooms you’ve defaced
Of all the dreams, why choose to haunt mine?
At the mephitic brink of low tide
Tormentor stands with his wolf grin wide
Gaunt in char black and vulture-necked
Behind him, black cliffs of calving shale
And a wood of gnarled, hateful trees
Where no azure midday sky succeeds
Tall and angry thunderheads avail
He will never deign to thievery
Murder is such an intimate art
The living brain, liver, stomach, heart
The blood, last, he consumes greedily
Tormentor, or avatar divine,
From your heart’s fennel to your mind’s waste
Of all the sleep-dark rooms you’ve defaced
Of all the dreams, why choose to haunt mine?
