Juggling Wolves

 This must surely be madness
     Murder
The sound of the 1 a.m. train
     Bodies just below the surface
           Of the mighty Hudson
The smell of coal and diesel thick
     Whiskey tinged with their taste
And a moon  
     So full of possibilities
     That one can’t help but smile back
           Drunken jack-o-lantern smile

So many years ago
     The madness growing inside me
     The simple act of murder
           So pure
Under that same moon
     So full
     So pure
           Just a simple act
A rock in the pond of the past
     Where all the bodies lie
     Grinning an eternal smile

Surely this must be madness