I with wilting nose afloat

in shivering rags and bags I tote

the will to breathe and think alike

and now the means of it in sight

Peering in on simple folk

with intuition set afloat

creating undestroying life

the pen is not mightier than the knife

Infiltrate with leaden limbs

climb in through the cedar shims

and seeking warmth I do alight

those inside must feel my might

Now draw the blood with weapons clear

and host the feast the beast draws near

as scrambled brains attempt to fight

through the darkness glimpsing light

Felled by axeman

the paper screams

Bring us blood

the public deems

no good

will come

of peeping toms.