The beast within
has adjusted
to civilization,
yet over and again,
far too often,
it raises up
its shaggy head,
fierce and bloody,
to remind us
it is still alive.
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by Bruce Boston / November 8th, 2020
The beast within
has adjusted
to civilization,
yet over and again,
far too often,
it raises up
its shaggy head,
fierce and bloody,
to remind us
it is still alive.
This article was posted on Sunday, November 8th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
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