Sonnet #12

The cage, the towel, the tranquilizer dart

The scalpel, the vaccinations, and release

For the feral creatures it must be a start

To the civilizing influence of of peace

By civilizing, of course, I mean of violence

The will pushed over will, the surgical scar

The anger comes with futures pushed silent

All that is desired gets sealed into a jar

Cast into a basket, bask in it like caskets

Cats, dogs, and accidents gone violent

The child is lost; the anger is ecstatic

It carries through the warning of tales of giants

The community remembers, the fear is inscribed

In quiet songs that bind them into tribes