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    '   anada           "Between the Dog and the Wolf"           19 feb  '
   '     292                    by Royce Sykes                    2001    '
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 /Entre chien et loup/
 they used to say with 
 a shudder for now

 it is the hour
 that blindman's time when
 daypeople retreat

 warily before the 
 horde marching to a
 different beat, rhythms
 
 heavy on wardrum
 bass and hiphop sass
 thundering from the 

 streets as cars slink, 
 a phantom cavalry 
 of Goths whose lusts

 and appetites run 
 rampant among cold
 neon fire, flickering

 along parapets
 of close shuttered shops
 and businesses whose

 pious merchantile
 gaze is averted
 towards the chosen

 the wholly wholesome 
 ones who wake before 
 noon, commune over

 bagels and coffee.
 cluck homilies derived
 from newspapers as if

 from Holy Writ, then
 move on to perform
 the offices of 

 the day, those stolid,
 ritual hours before
 fortifying themselves

 with take out or micro-
 waved versions of meals
 straight from Ozzie and

 Harriet and Birdseye 
 and Mickey D's then
 prostrating before

 flickering altars,
 prepackaged meditations
 on life as it should

 be accompanied
 by hymns of what they
 should want, yet some those

 sacred duties abjure,
 joining instead the 
 barbarians in 

 their revels; are they 
 allies or is this a mere 
 change of facades; does 

 every dog somewhere 
 deep inside want to 
 run with the wild pack

 hunt, if but secretly,
 as long as they can 
 return to sleep at 

 the foot of the bed
 of their master,
 clock?

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 `   anada292   by Royce Sykes                      (c) 2001 anada e'zine   `