Meat
The snow wolves have escaped,
they feast now
upon the warm red meat
of human hearts.
In a famine of faith
winter wolves grow stronger.
It is not the wolves
that we blame with a savage name,
they are faultless.
We have over-fed them
with war stories, trained them all
in the art of violence,
and now they return to our hearts,
slavering,
howling, wanting,
needing
more red meat.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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