Poetry*

We carried the wolf’s heart*

Through the empty city streets*

Hoping to appease the gods

Afraid of their anger

Reverently we placed the heart

In the city square

Seeking knowledge to end war

A day

A night

A lifetime waiting

The hope of an answer ringing true in our ears

But the heart of the he-wolf whom we had killed

Brings only despair

*lines provided by Michael Hettich workshop at the Sixth Annual Sandhill Writers Workshop