Poleax

A goatsucker's scream
Finally it's terminated,  another's
footsteps in my tracks,
My other pair of feet bleed
Indelible crescents of the beasts' mouth,
with these I mark my way
Where's Hansel?
  "In the wind," someone said.
A bitch's curse
a butcher's love I thought came true red.
        I thought I could trust both.
Ha ha ha.

Then a sudden blow to my head.