HOMO HOMINI LUPUS

John Keenan


Homo homini lupus
Read by 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.