Where the Wolf Last Wept

the moon's reflection glistened
in a damp patch of grass on the hill
glinting wet blades

anguish howled through the dirt
with rancorous echoes of bloodthirst
hunter's remorse
and teeth

during each of night's passing minutes
the earth peacefully accepted its duty
to be a home
a haven
and a hell
for killers

now
the land waits with virtue
until the beast returns

because
it always does

after tears have swam deep into the soil
winds have brushed over each piece of grass
and the moon has completed another orbit
a wolf will come pacing back
through the forest

climbing the hillside
with a new litter of crimes bred
and dripping at its jaws

never willing
but always seeking
to change its nature

and the land knows
this is how it is going to be

where the wolf last wept
it weeps again tomorrow

on
and on
until the wolf is no more