Grown Up Romulus

I was raised by a bucket of wolves
Raised above the highest church spire
In all suburbia
Where I rodded about for lightening up
And all I saw were serious nipples
On each of those wolves
As many nipples as you could
Shake a hundred sticks at
I turned my face toward a university
A stone edifice built over buried chemical weapons
Leeching into the ground water
And the zinnias in senators' backyards
I smell the bucket now
Wolf urine
Still paints my toes