Steppenwolf
By Paul B
The dog in me growled that night, Cowering my being inside my shell. As darkness lay in desperate fright, I searched for a path between being well, Or being strong in the face of my Self. The man inside looked as the love died From another withering blast of cold. Cruel and Cruelty were in death mired The dog just circled the inevitable pray As it lay dying in the snow. “Why?”, she begged, “Why?” When love burned so strong. When entwined we lay. But the scent was wrong To the dog in its canine way. I can’t explain what I did. Why the pain I inflict Doesn’t penetrate my mind. May the dog inside somehow howl. For the man has long since died. Animal ! sated and full. Blood covered jaw, Gorged on the meat of her And gore covered paw. No feeling for the pray. I should leave people alone Not encourage the dog to bite Maybe amongst the animals of bitter night I can find the human, Wondering in the wood I’ve made my own. Sorry.Inspired by the book of the same name by Gunter Grass Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 08:27 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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