The wolf at the door
watches me
eyes sun-bright and calm
telling a tale of loss
of people of civilisation of
all
that
dross
The wolf at the door
listens
to petty complaints
and dirty plans
of panic of fear of
misplaced
weekends
The wolf at the door
speaks slowly
patiently explains
and wonders
of saviours of hope of
a world ripped apart
The wolf at the door
my eloquent friend
twisting and striving
to show us the end
For all is not lost
with a friend like the wolf
He will gnaw on their bones
with a gnashing of teeth
the sinew the blood
the raw tender meat
the chomping and slurping
the getting his way
with a friend like the wolf
he will make them all pay
All the hunters and grandmas
all the spoiled young boys
the glistening fat
of their lives lived in joy
with a friend like the wolf
he will make them all pure
they will run for their lives
see how they run
The wolf at the door
The light of the sun
A faint ray of hope
Then what's done
is
done
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