It is finished. The end is upon us and the terrain of new beginnings is about to be traversed. Today is the last day of April and by virtue the end of NaPoWriMo. It has been a really interesting challenge that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you for riding with me. This blog will not be falling beyond the veil to an ignominious death. NaPoWriMo is over but this blog will continue. On that promise to the last poem, enjoy…
A dead wolf can not raise claws
to clash and cut
a live wolf strong from feeding and exercise.
A wolf wearing rib cages on its outsides
is as capable of clashing and cutting
as a dead one.
Your righteousness is well ornamented with bones.
Muscle atrophy eating away at holiness.
You are too weak to carry out your purpose.
There is no love in starvation.
No honour in animal cruelty.
No wisdom in withholding providence.
It is profiting to feed the wolf
charged to protect you.