Dogs

Ahroooo…
can you deny 
the wolf in you
speaks of car chases
and torn hair in the windshield glass?
That it longs for the  flavor
of heart-meat?

Grrr…
How lively to be
the ravening horde.  
How chastened
some dogs are in their pens
by the existence of wolves,
who howl as if to say 

this is at once what you were
and might have been.  

Woof…
Don’t shrink back from it —
is there no taste for blood in you?

Lapdogs remember, why don’t you?
American dogs, why don’t you?  In deserts
and old capitals, they bark wilder than you
and you’re not even ashamed…

ahrooooooo…