Of Wolves and Men
Categories and clichés
Are so helpful.
Your tiny world feels sorted out,
and everything fits perfectly,
belongs to all you’ve seen before,
so typical, predictable.
And though I’m sure if you’d go on,
seeing what you want,
I’d like to bend these orbs of yours,
until they perk, and pop and plop,
for your sake.
Because that world you love so much,
where things are easy to discern,
is neither tiny, small nor easy,
Now, I am what I am,
and of course,
I can’t be the one
because I am from another world,
your tiny one,
and thus, an animal.
But maybe one day,
so fierce and unrelenting,
in this fable of yours,
all wolf in shape and size,
will turn into a gallant knight,
the ones you always read about,
less animal, more human.
And with a perk and plop and pop,
the world is not as tiny.
Now, maybe knights are not for you,
or wolves refuse to shift their shape,
there is another way that’s true,
less bloody though, and hard to find.
Instead of teasing, hunting wolves,
of skinning, taunting, hating,
wallowing in all your prey,
accept that you’ve become one too,
a spitting image, craving.
There are wolves, and I spot them too,
on both sides and I hate them,
which is why this Lycanthropy,
has no place in my Infinity.
So, cry for wolf with both your lungs,
cry wolf and silence midnight owl,
cry wolf when they are coming,
I hear your cry and see a howl,
unfitting for a human.
To achieve the full effect, Julian listened to “Prokofiev – Peter And The Wolf (Theme)” by the Philharmonic Symphony of London, Charles Gerhardt, while writing this piece.