I've been gone
a long, long time.
I can't even
recognize
reflected eyes,
in and of that
god-awful lake.
Distant glaze.

They're blue.
Been so long
that time's flown
over our heads
down into
what was before,
below our bench
that sat above
the edge of Was,
our lake away.

Words, rough cut
of meat along
the bank. Etched
into the dirt
by my deep, deep
breaths. Heavy wolf
at my side, never
fed, never enough.
Claws me, my
abdomen deep,
gnaws the words
in the ground,
but his mouth
will never be
wide enough
for them or me.

Sorry poor baby,
I'll pray for you too.