Stug Jordan - Alpha Male

He looks
my way like a bull:
a hungry animal
reminds me of his face -
his eyes are hard.

Is he going?
my fear tells me
it’s almost a shame
not to be tested
by such barbarity.

Would I know him
in another age?
where eyes can only
meet each other with
a hint of civility?

I wonder
if his voice could kill?
In a soft spasm
from that huge face:
that graveyard.

Stug Jordan

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