An Ode for Timber Wolves

I

The day is soon
her lonesome
song calls
up sun

she calls earth
to turn
brings her body
full of movement
into dawn

mate at her side
they sing the
song of blood.

II

On fluid haunches
they bound
through the snow

the pack owns
this ice-capped tundra

commands the slicing
of the wind.

III

They thirst for
a scent
drink of it
thick in icy breeze

they howl
of the kill once more
call
on the pack
a chorus of bloodsong
rising
on tundra

They sing of this
moment and a
place to kill.

IV

The pack dances
together in
noontime sun

they howl
of hunts
before
today
and to be

she follows the leader
the pack
strides onward in hungry procession.

V

They close upon
a slowing moose

Teeth bare
her mate lunges at
flanks

tears raw blood meat
brings the great beast
to ground
staining
snow
scarlet.

IV

She returns
with meat
feeds
the pups
cries the song o
f the hunt

moans
of scarlet snows
blood of beast
returned to earth
she sings of tundra
hunger
the fall
of black
black
night.

VII

In the empty
headed night
as the pups huddle

to her breast
in the den

she opens her ears
to hear swollen sounds
of darkness:

an old man’s
death throes
the cries of a
newborn.

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