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The Wind Blows Not for Me

The Wind Blows Not for Me was inspired by Jack London’s novel, Call of the Wild. There’s a chapter that describes a winter famine that spreads across the Alaskan wilderness.  London spends pages methodically describing a stag’s struggle to survive as he is pursued by Buck, a dog that has reverted to the wild.  Moved by his words, I tried to capture the nobility of that stag in my own way.    

The Wind Blows Not for Me

the wind blows not for me
I will not smell another moon
my bones are brittle as twigs
my thunder has been dulled, so
many suns have passed over this head.
once I towered above all
strongest of the strong
loving as no creature had loved
no male dare intrude
my perfume domain
but I lived too long
too long
my foals grew to challenge
my kingdom, my mates died
so when I knew it was time
I sailed adrift from herd
launched with no farewells
no buck needed to prod me
I wander with mangled antlers
alone over this frozen tundra
my back sags
my coat is worn
my hoofs no longer prance
but sink into the march
packs of wolves eye my carcass
each taking turns nipping at my breast
not letting me eat or rest
I have no desire to resist
their attack on my flanks
no wish to crush more bones!
let them come . . . and consume,
so I may return to earth.

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