Give me Pluto. It will be a land of ice
and fire beneath
and a sky that's never bright
just dim, ever so soft in twilight.
Give me Pluto, and I will take the lost children,
spat-on whores, the ones that drown
in grief and cannot spell that word,
I will take them all
for my coat is wide, tugs so gently.
Give me Pluto. The last I'll be, and the first.
Unborn thing that has to be born
riddle conundrum wise crow
I want no hymns, no smoke, I do not even want
your love, but give me Pluto,
a home at least, a name.