Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

there were wolves of this world
of sharp teeth and sharper mind,
he's not one of them
he's just hungry
and standing before a girl

an amazon girl,
he decides
its the posture and rounded shoulders
that jut of her chin.

i was looking for food,
he explains, looking past her
where cliffs rise like the proud arch of a stallion's neck.


he thinks of acatenango
of warm caves that hide certain death
but he's drawn back to her,
it's the clinical dance of her eyes
as she looks him up
and then down.
friendly,
but not your friend.