Father Wolf
Tara Hueston
Father wolf.
Savage father.
Once bear me your heart,
Not your teeth.
Does the hate consume you?
Oh daemon of light?
Oh angel of darkness?
The hunter of the night?
Do you hate those who kill?
Who kill to make themselves feel strong?
Do they take away what you love,
Oh father, savage father?
Do you mourn those with children,
Clutched in their arms,
Eyes of glass staring?
Is it reflected in your amber fire?
Are you their mother, father, brother, son,
Who feel the warmth trickle between fingers,
Like wine, staining snow the color of sunset.
Did you too suffer?
Oh savage father,
Do you feel as they feel?
And hope to fill your hate?
And hope to lift the stones upon your dark soul?
So you may not drown,
In a sea of blood?
Will you strike down the wicked?
Are they wicked?
Do the wicked kill others who love and hate,
Because it is the curse of the slain,
They were born different?
Do they know,
It is not the fault of the victim?
Or are they prey to their own ignorance?
Are they wicked?
Oh father, savage father,
Why does the sorrow burn in your eyes,
A fire that cannot be extinguished with a sea?
And do you take those in pain,
You,
Mother, sister, brother, friend,
Under wings of shadow?
Your shadow?
Do you see yourself in their eyes?
In their tears you cannot shed?
Hunter of the night,
Is your love savage?
Can the teeth of crystal be gentle too?
If you could stop the pain,
If you could wear a crown of thorns,
And let rivers of red,
Run down,
Would you let your heart cease to beat,
A drum in the dark?
Would you run,
Run until your heart bursts,
Darkness rushing to meet the air?
Would you kill with hate in your soul?
The taste of tears in your maw?
Blood in your vision,
Red as the dawn?
Savage father,
Will you take all those you hate?
One at a time?
Or will you fall,
Mad and bleeding,
From a thousand wounds,
Mirror to those in your heart?
Savage father,
Before you fall to darkness,
Will you not let me,
Clutch you to my heart?
And feel your fur,
Soft as silk,
Coarse as linen,
Clutched between my fingers?
Will I hear your voice and breath?
Will I feel not your teeth?
Oh father, savage father,
Father wolf.
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