The Wolf Unleashed
I don’t have to slay the dark,
my verse—the wolf unleashed
I don’t have to court the devil,
my words a sword unsheathed
I can live beneath the sun,
or in hurricanes of fright
To sleep beneath a crescent moon
—my poetry to fight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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