The Pack
by Andrew Calis
July 23, 2008 — Published in Verse
Surrounded by wolves,
Bitten by their howling cries
Either for food, mates, or territorial claims,
I feel them.
I burn with the same carnal, carnivorous passions,
The polygamy of the untamed,
And I am not immune to the challenges
Of the Alpha males.
They taunt me with their youthful immaturities.
They mock me for the ineptness intrinsically natural to my age.
These hyenas bark and growl at me
Unaware of themselves like cubs
Or even like babies.
It is fear?
Or perhaps something higher,
Perhaps awareness
That distinguishes me,
Extinguishing the low, carnal, earthly yearns
And influencing me to escape?
Andrew Calis
Andrew Calis is an aspiring poet who is attending Mount Saint Mary's University in pursuit of a degree in English. He is fascinated by love, beauty, and sorrow, but spends the majority of his time in search of big, impressive words and intelligent company.
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