Cry Wolf
Off-moments, all akilter,
arms akimbo, trains of
almost thoughts sliding through
when snarls of a wolf pounce
from dark edging, a sleek, grey
predator, long teeth bared.
It rips and ravages
disjoints and smears a mess
subliminal passing as sublime
a glimpse of entrails
splattered on the floor.
They seem to spell wolf
but it’s devoured and gone
and only I am howling.