song of the Wolf

for the writer's cramp

Song of the Wolf

When the language of healing
begins to falter
you can begin to hear
the song of the wolf.
Primal, feral howling
against the words,
"there is no cure".

In the deep forest
you join a lupine chorus
rattling your bones
as mosses and lichens harmonize.

Is this a hymn at the end of time
or a canto to a new beginning?

Every ally joins the cacophony
as you leap
to your wild center.


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