He never knew.
Not exceedingly handsome
Nor exceedingly smart
Nor exceedingly kind
Her perfect god.

And they stepped out of the cold
And basked in the sun
Like overgrown lizards
Sleepy and content, in the spring meadow
With sharp talons grasping.

He arose then and crawled
To the civilized world
Where the cloud hung above
A Woman's doorstep
Whom he loved, more or less.

And his lizard called out to him
He tore her heart
And devoured it
Blood flowed freely
As the lizard slept.

And he went to the Woman
His lover and murderer
And slept in here civilized feather bed
And it became his own
The lizard's heart cried out in his stomach.

She got up
Became educated
And changed her appearance
And became a Woman
All so she could be the next in his feather bed.

When she was through
By then
She realized she had
Killed herself
He never knew.