the wolves have been trapped and relocated

thanks

a throat covered with a bolt of red

Sorrows,
like a gathering of dire wolves,
come in packs.
One or two are still with me.
Others have become scar tissue somewhere in my liver.

(i stole these words too, every single one)

howling at the hollow of everything empty

You've asked us to pray, and that seems right –
that words should be found and given to you.
I can offer you only the bare outline of speech
(...and not before).

(i stole these words, all of them)