Critics
If you hang out fresh meat
the wolves will come
Once they have eaten
the faster they run
Blood from their fangs
remarking the trail
Where vermin can hide
— to attack and impale
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
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Abstract cautionary allegory with personal stakes about consequence and predation.
Dense packing of cause-effect chains, multiple ideas compressed into few lines.
Dark, ominous tone dominated by violence, hunger, and predatory danger.
Explosive kinetic language: wolves, blood, fangs, attack, impale create visceral momentum.
Seven lines total; micro-to-short range poem.
Rich metaphoric system: wolves as consequence, blood as evidence, vermin as hidden threat.
Shifts between lyric warning and dramatic scene; semi-dramatic imperative voice.
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