THERE ARE MEN TOO GENTLE TO LIVE AMONG WOLVES
A Poem by James Kavanaugh
There
are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at
noon.
There are men too gentle for a savage world
Who dream instead of snow and children and
Halloween
And wonder if the leaves will change their
color soon.
There
are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws
And murder then for a merchant's profit and
gain.
There are men too gentle for a corporate world
Who dream instead of candied apples and ferris
wheels
And pause to hear the distant whistle of a
train.
There
are men too gentle to live among wolves.
Who devour them with eager appetite and search
For
other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are men too gentle for an accountant's
world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant
grass
And search for beauty in the mystery of the
sky.
There are men too gentle to be among wolves
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove
Such men are lonely in a merchant’s world
Unless they have a gentle one to love.
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