the direwolf

someday
when the earth
is no more
than sea and desert
when the icecaps
are melted
when cool springs
and crystal lakes
bake dry
in the punishing sun

humanity
will only have
your resplendent eyes
to remember
the icy thrill
of glaciers
glittering softly
in the morning sun

a canid
phantom,
those eyes,
tenaciously
cutting
across
the ages

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