WOLF JESUS by M

On a man’s 50th birthday

he got his biggest wish—

he became a northern rocky mountain

wolf, and lived in bliss.

The wolf was suicidal

when living as a man.

When living as a wolf, he said

“I’ll do all that I can

to live my newborn 7 years

(9 if in captivity)

with none of my residual

human impassivity.”

He curled up in the sunlight

that came through the evergreens,

he found a wolf to call his own,

his northern rocky queen.

They hunted and there was no thought

of moral right or wrong,

with bellies full of elk meat

he’d sing resounding songs.

He’d scare away deforesters

and teenage cans of beer.

Had they the nerve to stick around,

he’d stalk them like a deer.

And when his days were up

according to our Jesus,

he walked into the headlights

of a 2014 Prius.

His knowledge of what cars were

ran dry with human blood,

and as the brake lights flash too late,

and as he feels the crushing weight,

and as his body abdicates,

he knows that he was good.