His House

Hold down prey animal,
And eat alive,
Soft, white kind,
Breed born bound,
And even more soft, pink crevices.
Steal both wounds and words,
Spelling names with sickles and scythes,
Spoken stabbings of syntax,
Shredded and left as carrion,
Gutted on the floors of the house,

Of he who will not leave his own house.