Opening your Palm

Opening your palm I saw midnight

and the sky listless with stars

and an overbearing moon

stared down upon us

like the face of your father

wagging a finger

on invisible arms –

And breaking from woods

a company of wolves ran


safe that the deed was done –

And one sleepy hunter

stirring among shadows

peered into aimless vacancy

and spat



across the emptiness of night.

Umbrella Head​