Those dreadful babies were crawling on the floor
like maggots on a corps smelling of dirty nappies,
snot running from soft noses
an angry gurgle in the room the instinct of survival.
Wolves outside were in frenzy
they had read my thought
opened the door
they stormed in and the gurgle stopped.
The room painted on canvas was now a big hole
in which the wolves disappeared
plugged the hole with wallpaper of happy teddy bears
and began painting cute babies
laying in clean cots
smiling happily to no one in particular.