Wolf
The strength
The alpha
The pride of
your pack.
U-
LU-
-LATE!
HOWL your pack together!
Lead your family
to cull
the weak
from the herd:
Silent
in the night
sharp teeth sink
into the flesh,
live,
quivering,
the hot sweet blood spurts
into your mouth.
The lupa, the she-wolf,
might be tempted to nurse
the weak:
Mowgli-the-Frog, or
Rhea Silvia’s twin boys.
But you WILL feed them
to your own offspring.
You’re much maligned,
but for a reason.
Copyright © Mary Carroll | Year Posted 2008
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