Sheep with fangs

A poem from the Rumbles from the Grinder series

Photo by Sam Carter on Unsplash

I am in the middle of myself
Like a sheep among the wolves
But if the sheep grows fangs
Would there be carnage or alliance?
And what would then be devoured?

Life devours itself to evolve
Then the lint becomes a veil
Then rot becomes oak

Then the virus gives way to the Renaissance.