I Want To Teach You Of Honesty
I bind you to my back with a heavy linen shawl.
You face away from me because I want you to know
the beauty of a landscape man has been unable
to tame, to restrict, to shape to fit his own needs.
I want you to know how your breath looks
when it meets with the cold air.
I take you to the deer stalker’s hideout, where I know
a wolf pack gathers at this time of year.
And here we wait. The temperature drops.
I feed you from my breast. We listen to the snow
make the tree boughs bend and buckle.
I whisper to be with nature is the most
honest encounter you will ever have.
I have bought you here to show you truth.
I have bought you here so you can stare
into the eyes of a wild animal and know
what truthfulness looks like.
Your eyes are open so wide I see white
I didn’t know was there.
The wolves gather as night falls quickly.
They have eaten. Their bellies stretched and low,
their muzzles black with blood.
In the distance, gun shots ring out.
I bundle you up tighter, cover your ears,
ashamed of my kind.
You look at me with an animal innocence
that I know will be gone too soon.
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