Wolves Unhinged

Wolves unhinged mid-wood...

iconically framed between sceptered

pine trees.

Lapis-eyed looks of no return, their

disorienting phospheresence repeating

on distances.

Guttural catches guttural, retarding

to growls.

Amniotic fluid still upon their matured

fur--as the hunt bends time.

The murk of yellowing dispatch relents

a sun...the gravitas of conquest relents

a soapy, hairbrained white to yoke a

moon...awash sin.

Their stomachs brandish the nourishment

of a co created frenzy.

They, the steeled gates policing a lot...

whose casualties are pulled apart too

quickly for abject terror.

Konstantinos Mark

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"casualties are pulled apart too
quickly for abject terror"

. sheer genius ... the entire piece but these lines above ... particularly for what they tell me ...