Homo Lupus Homini Est Poem by Luke Hobbs

You will not often find me
In amongst the fold
Being chased from the pen
Wherein your treasure lies
I will not clothe myself in sheep
I cannot be but that which I am

lone
I am wolf

If we are inclined to meat
I will grant what is yours
But choose to hunt me down
And I will eat you alive
I'll gnaw through my own limb
Before I'm trapped by your design
Neither day nor night possess danger
I will not gladly face
My wisdom is measured in scars
Pain has taught me to outlive
Those who shrank from its lesson
I follow in the footsteps
of those who were never ensnared
And my prints will in turn
Mark the way for those that see

simple symmetry
Lone
I am wolf

You will not see me
Where trees stand in rows
I may come once called
But if you cry my name
Through the village streets
Torch lights will find only you
At the gathering of pitchforks

I will not clothe myself in sheep

My song is not for the broods of man
Beyond his reach the forest is my domain
I sing of mountains and of moons
The chorus of my own kind
Many hear sorrow in these strains
Ever avoiding the presence of solitude
Never knowing the solace of hearing
Voices echo from every distant hill
Harmonies dancing upon the rocks


I cannot be but that which I am


My coat finds no friend
In the blazing glare of the sun
My eyes shine for the gentle glow
Of lunar light and sparkling snow
The flicker of the firmament
The aurora's phosphorescent stream
The smell of pines rising
From their blanket of ice
The taste of the air
Lately bathed by the rain
Crystals crunching under tufted paws
The soft brush of willows
Upon the weary brow

past present future
Simple symmetry
Lone
I am wolf

I can cipher the patterns of my world
But your structures are fig leaves
To cover this naked earth
The hairs on my spine, alone
Acknowledge your nonexistence


In nurture and in nature
So shall it be
Past present future
Simple symmetry
Lone
I am wolf