Mammalian parasites

Two legs could be four if lowered enough,

The weight of the world on a civilized savage, 

Roused to accept it was predatory,

Forced its four legs to two,

Foul beasts raised to men,

Which dress the fiends as cattle,

Feigning desires for comradery,

They cohort with vermin while leaving them hungry.

The city rat hates the country mouse,

Ignorant to the machinations of the other,

The dirt road becoming stone,

Connected in their merged path,

The stones rolling back to dirt,

Amicable symmetry in their shared stalkers,

Both remain prey to a known power,

Blind under eyelids as they feast in their sleep.

Pray to the stars as the worms praise their earth,

Drawn to everything made under the sun,

Howling cultured nothings beneath the moon,

Each practicing its own sane heresy,

Some glide on artificial wings,

The limbless others forced to trudge the dirt,

Brought down into the natural soil,

Places even the king of the jungle can be humbled.

Bloodied the tips of the hand that fed you,

Destined to feast on this barren maternity,

Guided past the boundaries of a mothers cycle,

Gathered around her warped and molded roots,

Grounded by ironclad mistresses of metal,

Guilty of a need known by anything truly natural,

At every day's end, there always remains,

The feral need for that same tender gooseflesh.