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The Wolf

I
 
I set up camp in the desert,
My bag filled with what would fit,
I gathered wild wood and stone:
Heard the animals just beyond the Border of Black,
Hiss, talk, and laugh at whatever they were looking at,
 
II
 
I approached the cairn of rocks,
Proceeded to build what would burn best,
Burn to achieve a fire,
One that’d keep me safe,
In an unknown land;
One to ignite my spot so I could sleep,
Sleep without my gun,
In my hand,
 
III
 
This was No Man’s Land, and I trekked into it,
Simply making another home:
Morning come, and with my gun,
Had Vulture breakfast,
I moved myself across the sand,
Not expecting to see land,
Not expecting anything really,
I walked ‘till night fell,
And a deep Sapphire covered the Sky,
 
IV
 
I laid it all out,
As I had one hundred times before,
Another night in the Endless:
Laying, smoking, gazing at the stars,
Diamond specks floating,
So many, so far,
With life on them,
And life right here,
As I felt such Peace,
The Beast grew near,
 
V
 
The Wolf gave a growl,
That meant exactly that:
One of us was gonna live,
We could move on after that,
He circled me thrice,
And drew closer,
I followed his trail,
And steadied my pistol,
It was a Dance,
The Dance of Survival,
The Dance of Blood,
In the Wake of the Morrow…
Then the wild Wolf jumped,
Jumped to blot out the moon,
His teeth shimmering white,
And tail curled like a spoon,
BANG!
 
VI
 
One shot put the animal on the floor,
No right eye to see out of anymore,
I felt lousy; he didn’t have to die,
Then, just a passing thought:
“Neither did I,”
 
VII
 
The Wolf and the Man departed,
At dawn,
The man left his Ring and began,
To move on,
 
VIII
 
The endless earth,
With life and with death,
They sure as hell look the same,
But each is different,
Some wolf,
Some Beast,
Some unknown black night…
You’ll see what will kill you,
Then you’ll have decide:
Who is gonna live,
And who is gonna die?
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