NaPM April 07 2016

[bedeep]

The Change

never with the moon, it comes
according to a hidden will
although I try to track it still

the wolf shows first and teaches
how to bear the break of bone
the fleshly tear

then how to savor
blood and gristle's
thrill in the howling throat

but next my god
the hare takes hold
whose frozen stance is rank desire

and I learn prey loves its fate --
driven together each player
finds its deadly mate

this play is an ancient round
but from my ground
become tedious and stale

I strive for quietude
and dream one day
I'll learn to be a tree

and then I'll grow
so tired of loss I'll just become
a simple moss.