HOMO HOMINI LUPUS

John Keenan


‘Cause you revealed to them your vulpine side,

revelling, your pride and power propelling 

your legs through the forest of bar stools;

‘cause you were regarded by drooling she-wolves,

green eyes blazing, carnassial teeth bared,

the smell of lust smeared on every surface;

‘cause you dared to dance, a stranger in that

alien place; they took you out and taught

a fundamental lesson. 

                                   They pinned you

to the wall, tore your hide, pushed your belly

on the ground; they poked and probed,

snarled and snatched, scratched, until you were nothing,

a bleeding bundle of holes, meaningless,

meaning: homo homini lupus.

John Keenan is a poet, journalist, musician, and life model. He lives in Brighton.