I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth,
Wandered away Wandered by
I passed your house, had seen a mountain
The riches A metal taste in my mouth for
The riches Asked a question, took the dog
To the yard, and where he snarled

I dug, pulling out the bites of snakes!
And slugs and bugs and slugs and bugs
And slugs and blah!
I dug, pulling out the broken rake
Tar, shingles, knives with duller blades

I took the wood,
Split it into two,
Made a bed for him
Laid it in a line

I dug, I rubbed,
A spark! A flame!

A sun born, waiting for the body
Turn the embers, glowing

And I could feel the eyes that hang
Above the fence,
Between the cracks
The knowledge of the death, the death,
Uncovered where I buried it

But he just kept pulling it out