tonight as the cricket so surely laments,
I will claim the mole’s life.
(that pitied creature)
the one with a nose,
shaped like a celestial body.
I will use a skinning knife,
purging that poor pest of its monotony.
I will become the fraud of the land-
cloaked in false vestments
my neighbors will know me by no name.
only when I have settled,
will I see my passages crumble
and realize that these halls
were not meant for me.
today as dreams mirror memories,
I will submit myself willfully
as it annuls my subterranean life.