And on the subject of hands his
strangled a man once to death,
and on the subject of dogs his
has had a throat or two I’m sure.
That doesn’t stop him from laughing,
though, once in a while. It doesn’t
stop him from being real and flesh
and fragile like the rest of us.
He just killed a man, is all.
And ol’ Fido ate well that night,
I’m certain.
the sieve and the sand 
Grim and dark with a sense of the bizarre.
It’s been that sort of week. Thanks for the read!
God I love this. Just, wonderful story telling.