rapaciously wolf grabs world
by wavelength and number of tiles
repeating lust for blood
running with dead forefathers

still in line rocked and sued
for the rest of it
wolf ticks in a new way
just to stay out of close range

steepled dead and in a bad shape
wolf bleeds in malice on your carpet
stares snorts and prepares you
for a different approach

I am religion says he
the owner of the script
that keeps you at long bay
and me at the helm

dream me not
I am the antithesis of all
you ever wanted
put a sail to

“leverage” someone shouted
from dimmed galleries
“don’t forget the I dying”
so many stories

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-02 at 23:54

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