Lycanthrope
This blood pumping through my veins
This is the blood of a predator
This blood that stains my jowls
This is the blood of children
This is the blood of the nameless, the forgotten
This concrete jungle I prowl
This kingdom of concrete and steel
Compels me to hunt
Eat
Fuck
Kill
In the light of the billboard
I shift
This is the blood of a predator
This blood that stains my jowls
This is the blood of children
This is the blood of the nameless, the forgotten
This concrete jungle I prowl
This kingdom of concrete and steel
Compels me to hunt
Eat
Fuck
Kill
In the light of the billboard
I shift
posted by Information Sniper at 7:45 PM
1 Comments:
To me, I thought this poem was about the citizen. As in all of us.
I liked the comments on predation and commercialism
and also the question about our nature.
But its interesting, because lycanthropes take two forms and only one is monstrous, so I wonder, is this just as hopeful as descriptive?
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