Glamour Psychosis Poem by M.J. Lemon

There is a long journey
that can be taken
standing still
For years one wakes each day
in charge of a company or a pack
ordering about the staff
making decisions
some with a soupcon
of well calculated derision
At the top there is
the glamour associated with
being the wolf that eats not
only first but also the
fur of all rivals

Much later on
as time creeps, claws
and advances
to cover the power and brawn
a letting go takes place
but not by the wolf
who clutches at the stolen
prize with the few remaining teeth
still waiting
patiently waiting to be
rotted out

It is the people who slowly file away
friends and even family
But those poor laggards who
hesitate you ensnare
or try
with lies, manipulation, deception
You perhaps parade in a gold chain
thinking that alone will bind the prey
How vain