From The Eye Of The Wolf

FROM THE EYE OF THE WOLF

From the eye of the wolf, the world is lost,
Legions of busy-walkers with hearts frost,
Empty eyes, tooth steel cold, robotic souls,
Rose cheeks with pink skin of pigs, ragged clothes,

All these busy-walkers are breakfast, lunch,
Dinner to the wolf, his teeth pared to crunch,
Blood, muscle, and sinew to be chewed,
From the eye of the wolf, the world is stew.