Wolf Amongst Dogs Poem by Alexandra Reiss
Wolf Amongst Dogs
My faults have
settled down
in quiet suburbs.
Soap-washed days
paper my calender,
plastered over each other:
motel wallpaper.
In the regiments of City men,
soldiers, sailors,
insurance milkmen,
it is only I
who is awake.
The trouble is:
these are dead people.
Slack-jawed
in bowler hats and suits,
squinting at wristwatches and
elevator buttons,
never fully at ease.
They will never suspect me,
my faults, having settled down
in quiet suburbs.
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4/25/2024 8:22:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wolf amongst dogs? ... i think i get it; how does it live amongst them and yet be different from them? ps, even though a good half of this poem is a notch or two above the usual guff of human life, could you be a little clearer; who are the ‘insurance milkmen? ’