If you hang out fresh meat
the wolves will come
Once they have eaten
the faster they run
Blood from their fangs
remarking the trail
Where vermin can hide
— to attack and impale
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments2
Another great write Kurt. A poem that holds meaning. Loved it
Thanks. Watch your back.
You are most welcome Kurt. I have eyes in the back of my head but do you know something I don't
... keep your enemies close.
My enemies are the only friends I got
Truth! Well done, my friend!
Thanks Tristan.
You are most welcome!
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