pathetic.org :: Those Fierce Beasts by Ken Harnisch

Those Fierce Beasts

I look up and there they are again

Those fierce beasts, your eyes, scanning

The landscape for tonight’s buffet

I can only mourn the truth

Of it all, that the predatory light

There no longer shines for me

Only glimmers now and then

For the fool and his trifles

You are extraordinary in this

Keeping looks and brains intact

While around you sister-cougars

Struggle to hold back the ravages

Of time, leaving dignity

At the door

You change the rules

But I remind myself

My sex has had the monopoly

On the game for so long we

Don’t know what to do with players

Who bear a clitoris and an attitude

Until, after awhile, your fierce beasts

Stop prowling and the prey smiles,

Becoming victim to the feast.

Then I can

Only hope I’m the one talking to you

When you gnaw on his bones in the morning

10/08/2008

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/08/08 at 04:50 AM

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. A real fun read.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/08/08 at 05:00 AM

A real sharp, wicked sense of humor, sir. You pull it off better than most.

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