wolves we once were
and strong
with sharp-eyed mien
and lean-limbed hunger
joining together
to face
our foes
loyal to the pack
we protected our young
aided our weak
our society of many
united
but the fire drew us in
offered us warmth
against the world’s chill
taught us to hoard
the tossed scrap
rather than share
the pack-won prize
wolves we once were
but no more
having chosen the fire
our pack is weak
divided
with fleck-spittle snouts
we snarl at each other
through our broken fences
unable to wonder
who it is
that tosses us
their scraps
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Ah – if we could only remember how to wonder. Dark and beautiful, Kurt.
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Thanks, Kristi. Sometimes I wonder how the darker stuff will come across, but this has been surprisingly well received.
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Thanks Kurt. Beautifully written eulogy poem.
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I absolutely loved how that last stanza reads after going through the entire poem. It’s like a vicious cycle-of-life moment of realization.
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Thank you for that, sir. It’s good to know when a chosen metaphor resonates properly.
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