Crouching at the Door

Cain

The artist

Disinherited

Master of ceremonies

 

The phantom wishes to write

No words

Although you read them

 

Gurgling

Death rattling

A current; a river

Or perhaps

     the currency of blood

     called shame and sin and life

 

And evil

And obey

And self

     not diminishing

 

Just a cat

Scratching

Postmodern

Clawless

 

 

[This is for public viewing, though not to be of profit to anyone but myself.]