Sonnet #12

The cage, the towel, the tranquilizer dart

The scalpel, the vaccinations, and release
For the feral creatures it must be a start
To the civilizing influence of of peace
By civilizing, of course, I mean of violence
The will pushed over will, the surgical scar
The anger comes with futures pushed silent
All that is desired gets sealed into a jar
Cast into a basket, bask in it like caskets
Cats, dogs, and accidents gone violent
The child is lost; the anger is ecstatic
It carries through the warning of tales of giants
The community remembers, the fear is inscribed
In quiet songs that bind them into tribes
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