In, Not Of
IN, NOT OF
Increasingly less stirring, this call
to contribute our sticks to the mix
to help beat back the wolves,
or even, from the other side
of the pulpit, to flip them over
as staffs and walk the way of the pack
until we can speak wolf,
at which point we can begin—
both in and outside the pen—
to reform them into sheep.
By all means, if you can take this route
and stem the slow formation
of a snout, (your baa obtaining, even now,
the hint of a howl,) keep the course.
I’d just ask you be a tad less
coarse in your remonstrance
of those who increasingly find
such discourse to be a bit, well,
wooly, deciding instead to hoof it
the way of the little pig and build a good
brick house to lock the wolves out
when they come knocking, even,
yes, if they might yet be redeemed.
And who knows: the scent
to turn a wolf or two, wondering
why they ever settled for an economy
as bankrupt as teeth when such a feast
might be sipped for free
at the tip of a wooden spoon.
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