04-13-2024, 01:39 AM
arga-warga go the dogs
rubbing out the silence of another morning
beasts of warning
see me coming, begin their noisome reign
of alarm and danger
god’s curse on them
though I’m no longer a man with a god,
only a detested wayfarer
homeless except for the road
I wander, chased by hounds and magistrates
blind to all but my rags
and my odor of starvation
anathema to the burghers, with their wine and furs
but I know their secrets
enraging them even more
the cuckolds, the aristocratic whores, the silken thieves
the incestuous bastards
born of their holy families
I keep what I know to fuel these morning rants
so as to keep going down this road
poverty is the only spirit
who’s seen fit to descend in answer to my cries
I feel it now, tickling my spine
as I hunt through market rubbish
to the music of the dogs, the stares of morning workers
and so comes dawn to the despised.
rubbing out the silence of another morning
beasts of warning
see me coming, begin their noisome reign
of alarm and danger
god’s curse on them
though I’m no longer a man with a god,
only a detested wayfarer
homeless except for the road
I wander, chased by hounds and magistrates
blind to all but my rags
and my odor of starvation
anathema to the burghers, with their wine and furs
but I know their secrets
enraging them even more
the cuckolds, the aristocratic whores, the silken thieves
the incestuous bastards
born of their holy families
I keep what I know to fuel these morning rants
so as to keep going down this road
poverty is the only spirit
who’s seen fit to descend in answer to my cries
I feel it now, tickling my spine
as I hunt through market rubbish
to the music of the dogs, the stares of morning workers
and so comes dawn to the despised.