Each to His Choice

The crazed wolf is torn by the snarling pack
till odor of blood on forest leaves is all
that remains of his madness.
The strange goose flying
north in southward September flies alone.
The sane bees create the leader they need.
But cattle and lemmings and men are odd animals
ready with widening nostrils and crazing eyes
to follow their mad ones over any cliff.

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9 lines · 4 stanzas