Pale-Faced as a Dog

The stars stare in silence Bare shadows loom By the old bathhouse Someone is weeping bitterly Weeping from grief, or perhaps Perhaps weeping from happiness Gnawing and biting their elbows Painfully biting their wrists The walls of the old bathhouse Having drunk their fill of moisture, have gone soft Semi-transparent drops Quietly trickle down them A cretin's brains cannot The brains cannot comprehend How to leap over this slippery barrier This slippery barrier Absolutely pale-faced Pale-faced as a dog Suddenly a face appears In the doorway And instantly two stars Two stars in the constellation of Cancer Will extinguish the light In their nocturnal heavenly home