“What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.”
― John Green, Paper Towns
To grab a struggling coyote by its haunches
And slam its bendy body against a tree?
What’ll I do when you actually tell me?
It’s a strange question, but we know
These wide gecko eyes will imbibe every whiskered word.
It’s the reason the effortless us persists,
The reason the unshakeable we exists
With me, when summer sun was setting.
Crossed a horizon for which we couldn’t atone
Our crafted masterpiece isn’t etched in wood but bone
Sequestered banter and buried dens unearthed
Teaches an animal to dig new routes,
To dig and prod until we reached mock sun
Towards earth’s blazing core, we ran to run.
Moon-soaked on turf, raised heads and howls
We lie, just for seconds, to impress the earth.
Your mane with evening grass entwines
With your smell of cedar, I suffice as pine
Then winter came, replacing green with cold
Worlds unheeded sparked flirtations unneeded
And in your rummage for hot food and swift hopes
Huntsman caught your hind foot in blistering ropes
Your drive to abandon this “land of lost dreams”
Is thwarted now by the bond on your ankle.
One latched when you threw logic windward-side,
Prophesying prison spanning continental divide
With fang and fight you tried to loosen your trap, yet
In confusion and haste, you bit at me instead
I lay on hoarfrost and swore this cold I could outlast
But present must look to future; we recede as past
Migratory season is still coming though, soon,
And you’re still a part of that flighty flock.
Impermanence, seasonal memories, slow-winged hum
Our fingers have worked so well sans opposable thumb
Even now, wildness is undisturbed by regret
And significant nothings surpass borders still
We are the bullet tunas not needing functional gills,
The plain lions that thrive lives without kills
So what’ll I say without you around
Will my words mean, will my clever be quippy
Whose mongrel pelt can stretch the length of yours
To stagger my days into ours n’ hours.
With craving bred into your veins,
You’ll never have nowhere to go
Lost in a life of “ceaseless changes and forgotten futures”
Sinew will forever shatter your huntsmen’s sutures
Hound for fight and hone honed tooth
Ascend highest alp, waylay in dune
Safe travels, stallion (you die real soon).
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