Give me Pluto. It will be a land of ice

and fire beneath

ether shores

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.