Monstrous
Wolves gather for a fight
spoiling for a flight, or
a delicious, lascivious rain.
Jet dragons are transatlantic,
Hegemonic, & romantic swooping
Overhead, striking fear worse
Than wolves, but never, never
As dreadful as mankind.
Men meet their muse in pouring
Rain, and women take to
Bed their mage despite the pain
Hammering a tune, pedaling
Despite a sliding rain.
Singers sway beneath a
Spotlight, surfacing to wave,
Surfing displacements of
Breaching whales.
How lucky we are: screams
Just near enough to lullabies
To the ears of monsters, our
Children who survive us.
A viral contagion are mankind
Who wear no discernible face:
Our physiognomy a mask.
We’re wolves on two legs:
Consider the DNA we smear
Effortlessly on most surfaces
We’re near, other creatures
Happily flee our unhappy stink.
Female wolves hunt, but soon
Forget the monstrosities they
Regurgitate for their young.
Let me forget this monstrance,
As long as the children are fed
Before they retire to sleep.
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Gary Smith
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