Carrion Cost

good and evil poem

Poem

 

I believed him a sheep, because I felt the fleece,
But the wolf was always there.
I never felt the sharpness of his teeth,
So his secret hadn’t cost me a care.

I told the shepherds there was no danger,
I defended my fold fellow well,
Any suspicions I met with anger.
Now my complicity brings me hell.

As for all to see, the lambs lie slaughtered.
Rank smells from the corpses arise.
Crows and maggots begin to gather,
To consume what is left behind.

But what of the wolf, removed from pasture?
Has he remorse at this grisly scene?
Does he even know how his crime with outlast us,
All of us, who must live with what’s been?

 

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photograph by Cam Adams

 

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series ‘Trading on 15’, and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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  • Barbara Goodson

    So rich with beauty and sadness and truth.