we come into this world

meant to manifest our hearts

as corvids 

sharing the dreams

we scavenge

and the light we find

with more concern 

for the nourishing

of each other

than the empty bellies

we hold in

famished winters

but we are creatures

of fear

formed to hungry wolves

asserting the supremacy

of how vicious

we can be

in the ways that

alphas best survive

or assuming the indifference

for omega roles

so there is only

those who take

and those who take

the scraps of

yesterday as though

not enough

was cause for

celebration

I have been a wolf

too long

the alpha and omega 

and the lone

with only hunger

on the tongue

and hair raised

on my back

but still with longing

to offer

what can be shared 

let my heart 

grow wings again

as it was when

it was spirit

let me draw 

these dreams up

from under

every recent snow

let me surrender

the light from between 

my jaws

let me masticate

whatever has nourished

this weathered soul

with the humility

of one who has

but crumbs to offer

yet offers all

if only I can relearn

this way of ravens 

at least 

for you