There Were Wolves On My Door I'm Locking Them Out

Dragging that tongue down
Down
Even downer into the floorboard
Where she sat and slept her head
On God's dirty Earth when her
Nape was rearranged

Barking on the door
As though it opens
But no one is there
Except for a hand covered
In placentas , multiple
layers dripping down and
Demon mouths below , catching
It and gulping
Tasting sulfur
And
Children

Aunts locking doors
Hiding doors
Opening doors
Storms coming

The sound again
"Wrath wrath God Hell Love"
Slamming its head against
The porch

Coming, clean up
Maybe the edge at the end
Pulling it out and pulling
the nestles from Home.