Burning the wolfCringing
in cold sweat
he crouches covered
in sheep’s wool
as dangling
sheers
capture
his sagging eyes
Inside and out
Through the rustic blades
of premonitions,
echoes
of castigating vows
broke
into choirs of prayer
“Death!
Death!
To the monster, wolf”
Tonight,
above the stardust lilies
we can dream
Tomorrow we will re-learn our freedom
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