We go down like moles
Claws dig an endless hole
We descend on fours,
Our snouts lead us on

We fall down without notes
And so we build a barren moat
Work through the night, our eyes opaque
Our fingers cold, kisses in rain

We fall down in pairs,
Moles locked in a blind stare
Your pearly mouth, it cracks a smile
Without a sound, the blind lead blind

We the animals of prey have become cannibals untamed
Under the stars the moles go far into the earth like a sinking stone

We ascend as swans
Glide through blue waters calm
Exhausted head, it falls asleep
Under a rock, after the dig

we get up swans
big bird in a small pond
our eyes are smiles
are fingers cold out
our lips have frowns
our toes have mold

we the animals of pray
have become the canibals of day
tucked in the night we use our spear
and dig a hole
we play dead
we
play dead….