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the hungry wolf.

death is the great
facing it down
is not as hard
as I had thought

it is this new world
which has taught us
to fear our
natural beginnings
as well as our

pain is a part
of existence
it soaks into
every fiber of life

how stupid we are
to not honor it
but instead to beat
it back
as if it were
a wolf pacing the
outskirts of a smoldered
in the wilderness

our life force
being that fire
our deaths being
that hungry wolf.

Copyright March 13,2014
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Meloo/ Melissa A. Howells
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