Luyện nghe bài hát Strolling Wolf

at dusk through wheat
through the olive
and
like aeroplanes
fly past the man
crackling spike
hovering
all on the alive
a swig of moonshine
listen to the madness



bulls and purple
to the lone wolf

take a swig of
its heady wine



bulls and bees
lone howling
lone howling
strolling
strolling

the morning star has long since
the sun is in the sky
a figure stands
stranded on venus
up in the blue and
the watch and wait
for movement of a certain
down on their dinner
where children
a lays
pulled and torn up by its
and where it the empty space
screams...................................................................
down on the flats baby turtles
for of the big deep
and caps come crashing in
indifferent to flesh
shriek of attack moving in
a raucous clash a din
of cruel gull beaks and skin
screaming...........................................................................
lit by the star at venus sands
against a blood sky
a shadow of a figure prone
abandoned and all
venus