Win the World

WIN THE WORLD

Increasingly less stirring, this call 

to contribute our sticks to the mix

and help beat back the wolves, 

or even, from the other side 

of the pulpit, to tuck them between

our legs and walk the way of the pack

until we can speak wolf, 

at which point we can begin—

double-agents within the pen—

to reform them into sheep. 

By all means, if you can take this route

and stem the slow formation 

of a snout, (our baa's 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.

Maybe as selfish as some make it seem,

or maybe you can finally take up knitting

or turn your mind to the perfection

of a really good stew, the scent of which 

has even been known 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.