listen to the living
do you listen to the dead
or listen to the living?
wolves and sheep
sheep don’t eat sheep; wolves eat sheep.
sheep don’t have a taste for meat.
it already knows
here for comfort
here for food
here to stabilize a mood
the taste of death
within there is a hunger that can’t be fed with flesh
motion and time
motion isn’t possible;
it’s just an illusion.
we are faceless; you can’t attack us
a faceless man condemns me using faceless words
delivered in a message dropped by faceless birds