The Blood Hound: Poetry + Graphic Art

—To Alejandra in her name-day with love, thanks for keeping me in the line of duty.


Friendship. A lie.
Love. Another lie.
Euphemisms to conceal fear

And beasts!

Easy words
To live a blind tale,
To be is not to be.

Entropy!

Oh! Children of a Summer past,
While I run, spin and turn
I do not spare my Watchful Eye.

Yet when you play saints
I know the rotten roots you hide
And I see beyond the veils of villainy
The fear in modesty covered.

Because I AM eternal and I have been before being.
I AM memory and I AM projection,
Preterit of the Future.
I am He who clouds the silver lining.

I am the forgotten fossil,
The foul breath of Truth.
Seven times seven tentacles
Behind the shade of the Just.

I am not the Wolf that dies behind every stride to it's Prey.
I am not the Lamb that flees to it's unavoidable end
And surrenders, meek, it's neck.

No!

Sometimes I am the Raven that devours it's remains,
Yet sometimes I am the Hound that protects the herd,
The dog that hunts wolves
But at the end of the journey —howls
About a lamb's leg.

Life is unjust...

The Soul is slave.
The Body is prey.
And Death is freedom.

Free yourself from the chains,
Devour you own hands!

© M. Whyte, MMXIII.