On Viewing The Skull And Bones Of A Wolf Poem by Alexander Lawrence Posey
On Viewing The Skull And Bones Of A Wolf
How savage, fierce and grim!
His bones are bleached and white.
But what is death to him?
He grins as if to bite.
He mocks the fate
That bade, ''Begone.''
There's fierceness stamped
In ev'ry bone.
Let silence settle from the midnight sky—
Such silence as you've broken with your cry;
The bleak wind howl, unto the ut'most verge
Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge.
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