1/30. Here we go.... 

There is
a strand of
wool in my eyes

Your
sheep's clothing seam
is showing

Slipping

Off

Your wolves' teeth
are tearing the
'oh-so-carefully'

Twisted
and
tufted
and
touseled
and
still a bit
too tawny
frame of
herded content

Shedding their
twin sutured skin
of suffering and servitude

You will

Stand

naked and proud
bloodied and howling

You will

Feast

on your leaders
as the beast
that you are