Just as the frogs begged Zeus a king,
two wolves howl to the moon
asking for the terminal blow
which would raze all the world.
The Horne of Abundance is sound in the city,
the wolves of idolatry are going to hunt
with their claws hidden under the sun,
their tucks will bite again the innocent necks.
In all bloody nightmares there's a lone wolf,
Friday, January 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life