Call of the Wild

As the moon over shines the sun
The inhuman laughs and howls
Drown out your people’s music and words said loud
Buck, who you believe wise and proud
Joins the crowd running farther from your grounds
To run after your best friend
A dog but ancient within
Is like putting chains on him again
What a greedy fool once did
You know he can’t be owned
And you understand that longing for absolute freedom
You also want to find truth in the clean winds
And to walk among the unknown kingdom
As your people dance among the fire
You wonder how they, wise Indians but liars
Understand only existence and can still smile
Well, you don’t think the same
That’s not your game
To exist and never live, you think
Brings shame to your name
Tonight feels grave so you walk away
Wanting the peace in the trees at bay
You can now hear the wolves howl
Afraid for him
You shout for Buck real loud
The moon is now hidden high
And when you think there’s not a chance to find
In the distance sounds his abnormal sigh
Before your eyes lies the dominant primordial beast
And over him the demon he could not defeat
You’re not aware of what you’re doing
The moon is blinding and the wolf is running as you are charging
For three nights you hunted the wolf
Unmerciful for the life he took
Running with vengeance
Oh! how wild you look!
The momentary glimpses of the beast keep you on your feet without sleep
But by the fourth day your body is weak
In the wild, to build a fire and stay warm
Is the only thing to think of in this snow storm
You sit troubled in mind with no sense of time
Trying to analyze the animal’s crime
You’re far from home with no direction to go
As you realize this while numb and cold
Your heart sinks like a stone
Yet you stand up
And again you start to run
But you want to give up
This is impossible you think
When your eyes start to sting and you can’t breathe
This time, the next death should be neat
What a way to die?
Because of no heat
You’re life flashes in your mind
And when the flick show stops at Buck
You’re whole being runs amuck
To kill is the only thing that makes sense
After a couple hours, you see the wolf and grow tense
After everything it shows no sign of defense
It sees you and starts walking in the direction of home
And it laughs and it smiles
You follow the wolf threw the trees and aisles
What is this madness?
Is it called forgiveness?
It gave you direction
You’ve arrived at your home and your people are story-telling
One said
“I’ve heard of stories where a dog was waiting
For his true spirit that was coming
And the man who took care of the animal did not understand
So he left the land
In search for the spirit at hand
The man thought it was the animal’s killer…”
You look away and your laughs you try to hide
How could you be so ignorant and blind?
Your people’s ancient magic is stronger than death
It repeats itself and never dies