Jackal

She fell today. Tree mourned by wind was heard by ground
Shame... shame...
down you came.
Will not pronounce again.
Shame... shame
I collect her limbs for use of fuel

Come hither, hundred year voracious piscator
I know the cure, listen.
Go gaze into eyes of smallest man coward
to absorb an odd sense of bitterness,
then introduce yourself, "Good day sir!"
Your God saved the world so it could die
I'll stab at you and make you cry -

One faced jackal am I

Nothing today
henchmen and servants have all gone home
Obey, obey
Shame.