Regarding Poetry At The Edge Of The Universe Poem by Smoky Hoss

Poems are such unruly creatures
that weep in the dark
without understanding thier own grief.
they tear through the barbed wire fences
picketed around wounded hearts
while baying at the moon
like lonely wolves crying out
to what's just beyond
the furthest mountains...
waiting, ever waiting,
for answers, that never come.

only the clouds respond,
with silence.
taking the moon
the wolves, and the crying words
away.
all that remains
are the creatures themselves,
weeping through the dark; looking
for the edge of the universe.