The cat seldom left the apartment. He was a hearth cat, not a fence cat, and did not dearly love to sing. In other respects he was normal and hence curious.

We are the unmended,

The untended,

Cold soldiers of the shrewd.

We're the neglected,

Never resurrected agonies of the few.

We're the once-kissed,

Unamissed

And always refused.

Because we're the unfinished,

Unfeared...

And we're never pursued.

And just that easily,

On my path,

I come around.

Because I'm burning,

The beasts of war feed only

On the meats of war.

And now I'm for carnage.

Here's how my anguish frees...

Destroy everyone of course,

Because I'm unwanted,

And unsafe

And I'll take tears away

With torment's rape

Killings and fears

Not even the dead will escape

Encircling the guilty and ashamed

Blameless and enslaved

Absolved,

Butchering their prejudice,

Patience,

Their value

Because I'm without value

I'm the coming of every holocaust

Turning no lost

Rending tissue and bone

Accepting no suffering

By me

All levies will break

All silos heave

I will walk heavy,

And I will walk strange

--M.Z. Danielewski