On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf by Alexander Posey
How savage, fierce and grim! His bones are bleached and white. But what is death to him? He grins as if to bite. He mocks the fate That bade, ''Begone.'' There's fierceness stamped In ev'ry bone. Let silence settle from the midnight sky-- Such silence as you've broken with your cry; The bleak wind howl, unto the ut'most verge Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge.
Today's poem is in the public domain. |
About This Poem Alexander Posey's "On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf" appears in Posey's collection Alex Posey, the Creek Indian Poet: The Poems of Alexander Lawrence Posey (1910). |
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