The Word

 

The Wolf and the Christ

In the uncaring wilderness

The river between them

And their quotient my sorrow

 

And the Sea and the Sun

Took up their sides

The horizon between them

And their quotient my sorrow

 

    All things that divided

    One another into sorrow

    Held each other's gaze

    As the sun finished its arc

 

Each one said "I was here first

And I will last longer"

But I stepped out of the trees

And spoke loudly their names

 

I said “Wolf!"

And then paused

And turned

And to the other I said “Wolf!”

And to the sky, “Wolf!”

And the sea, “Wolf!”

 

The red sun rose again above them

And the quotient of the sun

Over the land

Over the sea

Over me

Was the Word