The sutures of the dead wolf’s skull,
were like outlines of the continents on a map of the world.
Half decomposed, he was once Alpha,
his remaining fur still speckled with ticks.
When he hunted, radiance exhaled from his mouth
like waters breaking from a new mother’s legs.
A trail of blood led us to him,
his claws still extended with lash
coming to find us out, revealed and known.
We are witnesses,
breaking and entering the infinite,
and what we find is no end to our loneliness.