Read Poem: Prophecy, by Kim Durham

At first sight
he looked
and felt
and smelled
as fire to me
as something inhuman
into our world
had somehow
broken free
his wolves had gone
to run the night
before returning to his sea
the night we met
In his immortal love
I learned to pray
to what
I knew
I need
not
know
but we may die here any day
sing once more
before we go
We asked him again and again
but in the end he still said,

“no…..but tell me why you continue
to seek and hunt me so
you’ve come to find me in this city
but why can’t you let me go
your commune is possessed
and you did not want to know
or see
or speak
but I earned my spurs on this battlefield
where do you stand
what will you yield
after all
this is our last and final
fucking meal