On the Souls of Wolves

clueless
we are helpless,
our state of awareness
define us then...
particles
non glare thoughts
enter our minds
pincushions
for the wealthy...
soiled
our clothes fit
loosely around us,
bag-like
in appearance,
clustered together
in pride...
abandoned
the fathers are who
founded it all,
steaking nude down
city streets
attention called
our foolishness swept
untimely away...
madness
claws through skulls
memorizing numbers
dates and places
when life lived on
trellises of roses,
neighborhoods were clean
souls untarnished
with wind's filth...
convertible gaps filled
with evil actions.

July 13, 2025