towards bethlehem

i feel a
chill blowing
in from
the place of
beasts with
glistening
fangs and
fur slick with
blood i hear
their howling beneath
a sky of
pitch with no
stars or
moon i feel the
earth shake under
my feet as they
dance in
unison i hear their
piercing
laughter at the
triumph of
tooth and
claw i feel their
wet breath on
the back of
my neck i
hear their
ravenous
snarling in my
ear i know they
hunger still i
know they
can smell death and
terror on the
frigid air i
know they
approach now to
hear bones cracking and
throats gurgling and
children choking on
sticky black mud i
can feel
fingernails trailing
down my back and
the leaves and
branches and
trees are still so still

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