The Wolf Howl
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Release your look away at the horizon.
And notice the people straining on the stoves.
Arranging the days and the routes.
Bereaved, surrounded by total silence.
The waves slammed against their feet.
In front of the smoldering sun, their eyes were bleeding.
You, who sprang from the midst of furrow plowing.
And the internment of burials and deceased.
A branch of retribution is on your mouth.
Also, your hands carry the sign of calmness.
Let them have some of your compassion.
A droplet is the emblem of this vast sea of kindness
These are your kids, your flesh and blood.
Being risen from the floods docks through the scarcity.
The long-standing era of conflict and strife of empires.
Since ancient times, they've been your lovers.
They were overwhelmed with the costs of eternity.
As also brought the phoenix back to life.
He hatches an egg in the mother's womb.
What are your plans for the evening?
And by what blessings will you swear on a fugitive's life?
Cities are dozing off when they are split by railways.
Count the number of beeps it makes.
The wolves are howling.
Written: July 7, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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