Kynewulf and the Eleusinian Mysteries ~ Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Do three imaginary wolves not howl
on a cold night in December, the dark

tumbles in from outside the universe
how is that even possible, wolves growl
remember their ever-present hunger
each morning, they must rest at the first spark
enduring light, the sun cannot rehearse

in four billion years, nobody will know
maybe somewhere else but hear the thunder
as sentient beings elsewhere, a lie
genuinely, a fiction used to scare
infatuated teenagers, they cry
nobody knows why, the aliens care
as when three imaginary wolves show
really white teeth in the dark, in the cold
yes, even in fur coats, with pelts of grey

wisdom to discern their hunger from pain
old world, Eurasian wolves, wear coins of gold
literally, gangster, on the dance floor
vision impaired by the disco ball, pray
each night for prey before they snort cocaine
servants of the gods of Mount Lykaion

noble dogs of Arcadia eat boar
organize a union at the nightclub
turn over production to flip the room

humans ponder the menu in a pub
only they bother the wolves in their gloom
winter, the wolves come to drink kykeon
left to sleep off ergot Typhoean