Hound in a Button-Down

There come those moments when men cease to be men And turn into dogs. Dogs that bite and dogs that whine; Dogs that lay Panting On top of you And infect you with their spilling saliva Dulled eyes full of starving thoughts of violence. They’re all so charming until you see the rabies in their mouths And their lips, Docked by their hunger Grinning like you can’t see the intentions in their bared gums Or the savagery in their rolling tongue. “You know what they say about dogs,” your mother’s voice echoes “They’ll tell you that they love you, But they’ll eat you when you’re dead.”