A cat is a dog, but you must
Believe your own toes
In times of jackbooted lullabies.
Who owns information?
Flies and spiders, but in winter
In winter fire is waiting
To be delivered to those who are hot
Like a shoal of dying tadpoles.
Our subterranean friends have
Bars of soap and alarm clocks for breakfast:
Addictions of totems are truly
Disastrous for mere mortals.

{from the comments on behind}