bestiary: the wolf

he was born blind,

and remained that way.

even after he could see shapes and colours,

and the god who cradled him.

come to my jaws

the blindness of pride, the blindness of hope.

the blindness of love and childhood.

love is everything, and love is not enough.

not enough to save him.

i bit the hand that fed me

my tears were not for binding

the boy was all teeth and sinew,

and he knew no better.

entangled in a ribbon stronger than steel,

the wolf huffed, and he puffed -

you would not put your fingers in between my teeth

who sheds a tear for the predator?

father and son are bound to the same fate.

his mother is a beast, too,

but these are not the games of beasts.

i will consume the luminaries of your constructed world

destructive cycles destroy themselves,

in the end.

when boys grow into wolves then they

grow canines.

i will take back what was stolen

my years were taken from me and i will take them back