Monday, March 9, 2009

Paper Wolves

46 Proteus

None spoke but spit
A false dog, a pretender
Put in the water, stranded
Will you be master, or servant?

I save shells and tails
Found safe along the Liffey.
Prey in collars, starving,
Sons of Kings, swimmers
Saved by drowning, really.

Near the shallows quickly
I together, down in soft
Applause then and now
Changeling moved among
The whiterose and the horror.

1 comment:

Anita Mendes said...

I will be master .
love the last scketch.
see you then.