Poem 235 "Hunted by COINTEL"

Poem #234 - This poem is a reflection on what it means to have a dog as a pet.

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   Joshua Brown

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The wolves are running

The wolves are running

They look back over their shoulder

With certainty mixed with doubt.

There is no more wilderness

There never was wilderness

The snakes and beavers knew

The secret tribal councils knew

But could they protect the wolves

From the burgeoning technology

The robot whir of the gas engine

Whose weaponry was poised

19,000,000 eyes looked upon

The one sad and lanky wolf

Who could not imagine the horrors

Of the cannibalistic Epstein

The wolves are back

They are here to take over

But first they must play victim

To the nature of our women

Oaf that I AM!

Worried sick that the enemy

Could see me

An artifice of Heaven

The wolves are out

They seek me for they do not know me

They do not know me because

They do not know themselves

In fear they look upon me

For they cannot see me

The ephemeral idea of free

Free from the cage of ANTIGOD

They thought that they could cast upon me monotheism

For they were wolves

They thought that they could convict me of tritheism

But they were wolves

And it was I on the cross

Going with the Son of God

To murder God Himself

The eternal emancipation from His Accuser.

And though the wolves howled

Though with their state they raped

And with the all seeing eye phone,

I taught the wolf to kill himself

To rage against nature

To embroil himself against will

To thrust himself before

The behemoths called “cars”

That, by nature, he might appeal

As if some victim to ineptitude

To the spies and spymasters

Who watched and laughed

Because to be free is to fuck

And because God could not be found

They could no longer rape

For everything had become permissible

And Satan himself had howled

At the consternation of conscience

Thrust upon him by the Death of Yah

For without God, Satan was bound

Not with chains and shackles

In the cages built for reprise

But among the empty vapid souls

Who drive and drive and drive.

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📅 Written February 13, 2026

📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado at Joshua's home along the West Toll Gate Creek

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Recently I saw a video (real or fake, it's impossible to know these days) that showed a nature lover driving through some wilderness looking area on a paved road in a large SUV and they had stopped to video a wolf on the side of the road. They were not afraid of the wolf, and in fact, the wolf had a gait that appeared to be hesitant and a bit back and forth before he committed fully to crossing the road in front of their car and continuing on his way.

I also recently was sitting outside of a mall in my car and a Canadian goose sidled up to my car from his tribe 200 feet away and pretended to fall asleep, placing his neck and head in such a way that his head was cradled between his wings, but conveniently, his head was directed towards me and my door, clearly watching to see if I was empathetic enough to throw out some crumbs I'm assuming.

Animals clearly aren't self-aware in the same way we as humans are, they can't assess moral judgements, but their instincts, their natural reactions to supernatural elements, whether technology or religion, or states is shifting and just like dogs, which I reflected on in my last poem, other animals are learning which behaviors keep them alive and pass their genes on to the next generations. And a wolf acting like a sheep is not only sensible for the wolf in an environment where sheep are bred and wolves end up shot, but it is required to gain the trust of the sheep.

a Joshua Brown poem #235 "Hunted by COINTEL"

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