The Beast

The beast is on the prowl tonight

Circling the remains of the day

I see him flash in your eyes

Assessing flesh and limb

He murmurs in accented syllables

Words to conceal his intent

His eyes dart from face to face

Seeking out a fresh scent

He marks his territory

With platitude and flattery

Disemboweling truth and respect

His mark is upon your brow

And you obey the roar of his loins

Then hibernate in a cave of remorse

To digest carnivorous despair

I feel you coiled in anxious pose

Between the navel and the soul

Poised to spring into action

When arrogance opens the door


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