Wolves on a Leash


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    Wolves on a Leash

    The heat rolls over on this entire winter forest
    It melts everything in it‘s path
    Snow into water
    Water into ground
    And ground into ground into ground.

    Carbon forgive me
    I have fallen six feet into your ground

    Wolves take envy
    Another one has been left empty
    Wounded to your bloodthirsty sounds.

    I am ground and You are air
    Blood Brown and Sky Blue collaborate.
    And if worthy, your clouds may empty
    Water onto my lonesome grave.
    Carry me onward,
    Carry me forward
    Away from these blood thirsty hounds.

    They have torn and ripped me into pieces
    Enough to finally bleed it all out into your mouth
    My stomach is stretching
    And every year my eyes are glazing over
    With all the things I have done
    I’m decomposing slowly like snow into the ground.

    I am ground. You are air
    Blood Brown and Sky Blue meet tonight.
    And if worthy, your clouds may empty
    Water onto my lonesome grave.
    Carry me onward
    Carry me forward
    Away from these blood thirsty hounds.

    And I realize the hounds are my own
    I realize it‘s no one‘s fault and I know.
    I got all my wolves on a leash -
    Let them go, let them go

    Watch them pack and hit the streets.
    Watch them run, watch them eat.
    Let them all go.

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    MikeSiZaChrist commented on Wolves on a Leash


    beautiful, truly took me in. Felt too free for my own word association, specifically with the vagueness of relation of ground/sky to wolves. The wolves felt to distant: what effect has a wolf on the ground or sky?

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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