Thirsty Love

As a young boy I watch with interest the small man Wolf Hunter - a wise father of the hunt He begins an old ritual coating his knife blade rich animal blood and tallow fat freeze Wolf Hunter adds another blood-tallow layer freeze and another – freeze A frozen tallow-blood knife Wolf Hunter knowing the wolf fixes his knife in ground blade up prays and leaves . . . Grey wolf sniffs air and begins to run blood is on the wind he licks, tasting the delicious blood-tallow He howls into the night and licks faster a blood lust building lapping the blade until the sharp edge bites Feverishly now, faster and harder Grey wolf licks the blade in the arctic night great is his craving for blood The insatiable blood-thirst now being satisfied by his own warm blood the naked blade biting his tongue his carnivorous appetite devouring In the pale morning light Wolf Hunter finds Grey Wolf dead in the snow stooping down he picks up his knife I stand . . . frozen – sicken by the sight Wolf Hunter looking at me says . . . to be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe Years later staring at the bottle hands shaking -- eyes filled with lust a vison: a grey wolf consumed . . . dead the howl of the wolf-wind beseeching To be consumed by your own desire is a dangerous and deadly foe \_____/> /\ /\ David Meade 12-12-2014 Live Generously