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

homeward



safe that the deed was done –

And one sleepy hunter



stirring among shadows

peered into aimless vacancy



and spat

woe-begone

curses

across the emptiness of night.

Umbrella Head​