(an adaptation of James Kavanaugh’s modern classic)

There are men too gentle to walk among wolves,
Who prey upon them with electronic eyes
And rip out their hearts and guts for their pleasure.

There are men too gentle for a savage world,
Who dream instead of snow and children and wooden boats
And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

There are men too gentle to walk among wolves,
Who anoint them for sacrifice with greedy claws
And murder them for their personal profit and gain.

There are men too gentle for a brutal world,
Who dream instead of sand castles and sunny days
And pause to hear the distant murmur of a train.

There are men too gentle to walk among wolves,
Who devour them with an eager appetite and search
For others to prey upon and suck their innocence dry.

There are men too gentle for a vicious world,
Who dream instead of great blue oceans and fragrant grass
And search for the beauty in the mystery of the sky.

There are men too gentle to walk among wolves,
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.
Such gentle men are all alone in this world…

Unless they have someone gentle to love.

 

Copyright© 2002, Christian Fauchald

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