July 1, 2024

Enough

When the wolves come,
    breathe—
do not offer them your throat,
do not assume the walls
    will keep you safe,
do not bury yourself in the dark—

there are weapons
    finer than teeth,
stronger than hate,
    more powerful than greed—
do not despair.

Rage, yes—
    weep, if you must,
but cage it all
    near your heart,
and use it—

use it to summon,
use it to ignite,
use it to remember
    what is at stake,
    what must be done,
    and who must do it—

there is no one else,
    only you
    and me,
        and us—

there is no one else,
    and the wolves 
should be afraid
of what their hubris has wrought,
of what their menace has summoned
    like a monster 
        in the night—

there is no one else,
    only you
    and me—
and we are enough.