Poetry Writing 201 Assignment 4: Animal, Concrete Poetry, Enjambment
I see people but it seems hazy.
Is it what it’s supposed to be?
Human nature or animal instinct?
Them feeding on each other.
Gluttonously trying to quench insatiable
desires that just won’t go away.
They hide it but it’s inside. Lurking, hibernating.
Waiting to be let out.
To be embraced.
After all, we all have it.
Do we decide to let it take over our humanity?