gut memory

UPON SEEING 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



                      Alexander Lawrence Posey
                          (   Creek Poet   )    +  1908