名人诗歌|Mongrel Death Blues

What's that behind my back？

What's that gnawing^{1 behind my back？}

It sounds like a dog crunching^{2 bones for marrow3.}

Bones here so old， the sun's dried up the marrow.

What kind of dog splinters bone like that？

Don't turn around， I hear it getting louder.

Don't turn， don't turn， its growl^{4 is getting louder.}

Oh， don't you growl at me， nappy rabid dog.

My joints^{5 may be cracking， but my bones ain't buried yet.}

I said， my skeleton is talking， but my bones ain't buried yet.

Hear my belly^{6 growling7？ I'm hungrier than I've ever been.}

Are you baring pearly whites？ I can almost smell your mongrel breath.

Yes， your pearlies， they are snapping， and I can smell your stinking^{8 breath.}

I'd turn around and pet you， but I've given up on pets.

I am reaching for a stone.

I swear my aim is sharp.

I swear my arm is strong.

It's growing dark， but I won't miss.

It's darker now， but I won't miss.

O shine down moonlight， my whole life has led to this