Wolfwalkers

The town exists in harsh geometry,

the forest— a fiery flow.

 

The wolf leaps above their soul,

a crescent moon.

 

Run the wolf.

Flee the wolf.

 

Don’t go beyond the wall

lest you be devoured.

 

When the wolf howls

they make work their prayer,

their protection.

 

They pray a whole Bible

before the night comes.

 

The wolf howls away.

The villagers toil in their dreams.

 

They pray away in their cells

knowing the Lord Protector

 

and the Hunter keep them all safe

and from walking freely

 

with the wolves

of the forest.