Run, All You...
Run, all you big dogs,
Chase me round the green grass,
Burn all your little houses
Down to their shadows
In howling flames
For nights we stared
Biting at the blackened air
Quiet, all you smoke dogs
Snarling at the willows,
Fighting in the leaves,
Tearing at the hollows
Of little dead dogs
Writer/s: Nina Nastasia
