Gray Wolf

by | Nov 12, 2013 | Blog, My Poems, My Writing Challenges

 

The myth begins with gray fur
and yellow-moon eyes.

The teeth. First, there are whispered
sightings, dismissed

into the neighboring water.

*

Next, the discovery
of cattle bones, picked clean,

the bodies having disappeared
days before. The farmers are not pleased.

What they are doing is
unacceptable, they say,

unclean.

*

Then, the massacre: the story to begin
the hunt that will end

all hunts. It is reported
the children in the classroom

didn’t have a chance, the room a series
of red walls, the windows

a private-viewing chamber. Somehow,
the wolf was trapped inside,

able to feed.

*

The production of guns.

*

The problem that appears
to neighboring towns is this:

later that day, all the little feet
and backpacks

made it home. Not a drop of blood
was found. And yet—

the anthropomorphic need
to hunt continues:

it feeds.

 

 

on the current issue of potential Gray Wolf hunting in the upper-peninsula of Michigan, via the Kalamazoo Gazette