fear

the day is done

and you have won

when they have gone to bed

then thoughts inside your head

can rise again from dead

with dread the fear, decay

at bay throughout the day

lashes like she-wolf fed

on terrors in your head

her smell trained on the dread

that circles in your head

you face her naked as you came

flesh and bone, a real no-name

only: human, always human

such is man, if this is a man

with all his heart and soul

set on the One waits on

to come;