Man is wolf, when sheep read
Prepared texts on teleprompters
Prepare meals for TV consumption
While wolves howl at the wind of time
The chimes of crime
The hives of beards and knives
Dancing to West Side Story remakes
In broad daylight.
Man is wolf in the dark hours of the soul
Hidden promise of a bullet launched in an eye socket
For Dali to melt into the framework of trains run on time
For the winter solstice, dancing with hoofs
Licking the blood of lies
The cream of charred lungs
The smoky kiss of internal organs
Boiling in the alphabet of the sun.
Man is wolf since no man has ever known
A minute of peace since the battle cry of uncivil society
Had its first cotillion that led to the forceful subjugation
Of buxom prisoners in red
Shown a shiny cross in gold
And asked to spend their nights with ghosts.
Man is wolf and wolf is man.
No dog need mourn the switch up
Or annotate the scorn.
Bedros Afeyan
1-30-2020
Pleasanton, CA