Soft Underbelly : Orca and Shark, Skate and Fin

Packs dropped
on the floor, unencumbered
unnumbered dreams scatter
as dustmotes drifting –
Loosed upon
the ravenous heap of
blind dogs raving –
Hackles raise
and the fight begins

Blood, blood in the water
for Orca and Shark, Skate and Fin.

Hopes like chum
spread with a liberal hand
spawn the wildest beasts:
Hunger swims forth from the deep,
an open maw swallowing intuition.
Comfort then glides forth,
the quiet shadow that snuffs the flame.

Love, too, our eternal foe  :
rising from the night.  He
steals the wind from the glaciers’ face
and churns the baitfish from below.  Unfettered,
as ever, the predators spiral inward  :
Ghosts like always
take us from below.