Another day blasts into light
Your old tune of lasting wrongs
Into a world too accustomed
To living in a moral blight.
And when the sheep’s skin
Slipped off a little, brandishing
A set of fangs, you happily blamed
The girl for crying wolf, once again.
So her longings want to slip off now
Unnoticed under sheets of virtue
Like a black feline into the night
To make unholy arrangements
For a bloody showdown of reckoning.