The Hermit & The Wolves
The pale hermit has stopped to rest at the peak
of a cold, solitary mountain.
He watches his children swiftly crack
the back of a lonely elk.
The wolves kill in silence, so as not to let the thin
bears, drifting the outskirts of the forest,
know that there is meat, that there is hope.
A violent flow of blood vanishes
into the deep snow. The earth herself
is weakening fast and welcomes nourishment.
The wolves clean the bones under a great funeral
of stars, and the sad gaze of their father.
The pale hermit moves on, his curved back
heavier than before, not knowing for
how much longer he will roam the skies.