James Kanenaugh poem:

There are people too gentle to live among wolves

Who prey upon them with corporate eyes

And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.

There are people too gentle for a savage world

Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween

And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

There are people too gentle to live among wolves

Who mark them for burial with greedy claws

And sacrifice them for a merchant’s profit and gain.

There are people too gentle for a corporate world

Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass

And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.

There are people too gentle to live among wolves

Who devour them with appetite and search

For others to prey upon and drain their childhood dry.

There are people too gentle for an accountant’s world

Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass

And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.

There are people too gentle to live among wolves

Who toss them aside like a wounded dove.

Such gentle souls are lonely in a merchant’s world

Unless they have another gentle soul to love.