Wolves! Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Wolves!
Come on, Wolves!
I am not afraid-
I will kill you in your element:
When I step outside to relieve myself:
I know who you really are,
And I do not care:
Today,
I saw three revolvers beneath my father’s bed:
Even in the night,
When you are howling between
Your gnawing on the horse’s hoof:
Even when you are sniffing Death’s crotch:
I know that you are
Hybrid with the local dogs:
You are illegal:
You are a major political party,
And I will skin you alive
For you maudlin hypocrisy:
Oh, Muse!
Sing my song,
And obey my yellow avenues:
Hold my hand, and we will defeat
The feral child together:
It does not matter who is elected,
As long as I have you
We will live together amidst the slash pine,
And our children will skip on outwards
From our groins’ rhyme:
See me now, wolves!
Howling better than you:
Baring my teeth for the muse,
I will reclaim her from your night,
And banish your again
Into your rightful extinction:
Armless, I will search you out;
As your brother, I will howl,
And extinguish you into the feral children’s tale,
From which little girls hide
Their collections inside trees:
And swaying in the wind
I will reclaim my muse,
Oh, wolves!
I know you,
And I am no longer afraid....