Everything hangs loosely

Everything hangs loosely

Around the idea

Of a good life

Throw off the mantle

It barely covers

The underside

Where shadows grow

More defined

Waiting for an opportunity

To envelop the unwary

Engulf the heavy of heart

Deep in the recesses

Beyond the beginning

Closer to the end

Where wishful things

Have never been

The wild dog waits

Straining at the leash

For its release

In repose

It will drape across

Your shoulders

An evil fox stole

A glassy eyed stare

The form

Of its assumption

Will change

With any altercation

It always knows

The right time

To defend

Itself from strangers

Should you try

The limp shape

Which hangs as

A dead weight

Will devour

Your wanton soul

The old dog is carrion

With second sight

Subject to alteration

It will corrupt you

Through and through

Unless you are raised

Higher than the suffocation

Of faint praise

Break out

Take flight

Engage in the fight.