And the Wolf Shakes by David L O’Nan from Avalanches in Poetry: Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

In a camera’s view

I am the tortoise

When hidden I am the hare

With whistles, kisses, dangerous fixes

I can be the crushed worm

I feel the hierarchy changes

The tornado rips these castles to rubble

And you dream of the vicious

And you dream of the gentle shelters

To keep you warm when the wolf shakes

Eventually, the Winter will slip through

The cracks

And eternally

We feel the peasant’s meal

The bears begin knocking and

We hide like the scared child

In the storms of war

The bullets, the bombs

Parades of hell

A demon

Tight and abusive

Drinks the rain

And leaves us thirsty

With endless clouds

Still bleeding

Even the devil can be chivalrous

When reflecting from the bottom of a wineglass

Even God can be frightening

When tasting of the bread

And the Holy Bible as a straitjacket

To whisper you back to sanity

These wars were made for men

Certainly not made for love

The damages are painting a death,

For the wash

The Washing away

As the floods finally come

Wipe away our hoax in these torrents

Rebuild our trenches

We can desire living again

When the wolf leaves

The sheep can play

Find me on twitter @davidLONan1 @feversof

feature photo of wolf by Jeroen Bosch on

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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