I dreamed of a dog

a skinned dog

its body sang its red body whistled

I asked the other one

the one who turns out the light the butcher

what has happened

why are we in the dark

 

this is a dream you are alone

there is no one else

light does not exist

you are the dog you are the flower which barks

sharpen your tongue sweetly

your sweet black four-legged tongue

 

dreams scorch the skin of man

human skin burns disappears

only the mutt's red pulp is clean

the true light dwells in the crust of its eyes

you are the dog

you are the skinned mongrel every night

dream of yourself and let that be enough