Wolf at the Edge of Man

written while flying out of capetown, south africa

NO MORE WORDS….
they hurt, brutal
arrows,
sharp and curt,
spilling flood in
ruined nerves.

you get what you give,
with hardly a thought,
when you give what you can, and
give what
you've
g
o
t
.

Africa
35 thousand feet,
I await the first star.
Old mother, dust in rags,
Gradeschools, graves, and fools
Like me
Waiting for stars.
Born to die,
Blood in water,
Africa.