Wolves
Promises slip like a tongue between teeth
like a coin from a pocket to a gutter
men with nickel-eyes drop stars into their mouths
there is a wolf with stripes on its belly
Men with bellies of nickel and iron howl
like wolves at wolfmoons
they speak strange and guttural secrets
and swear the wolves are all dead
Ghosts slip on moonbeams and slide
into dark mouths full of teeth
promises beat their fists against the stars
and the darkness opens like a mouth
Men with nickels in their eyes slip
like broken promises toward the darkness
where ghosts pass like secrets
between the teeth and tongues of wolves
- Samuel T. Franklin 2020
Samuel T. Franklin is the author of two books of poetry: Bright Soil, Dark Sun (2019) and The God of Happiness (2016). A Best of the Net nominee, he resides in Bloomington, Indiana, where he enjoys making useful things out of wood scraps and losing staring contests to his cats. He can be found at samueltfranklin.com.
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