
Dream of the Wicked
I shall travel on your body again
and where the river splits in two
amid your mound’s black grass,
the wild hairs, like a frog
I shall jump
inside it and croak.

Dream of the Wicked
I shall travel on your body again
and where the river splits in two
amid your mound’s black grass,
the wild hairs, like a frog
I shall jump
inside it and croak.