Stewart
Brisby
Poet/Writer
THE
WOLVERINE |
| outside every door there stand a wolverine who will barter dream for dream in return for your children and a worn out phrase he offers a mother’s lullaby written at the bottom of your glass he barters for your questions your definitions and offers a palm reading scribbled indelibly at the end of your syringe he devours his spoils at the foot of your bed and is satiated by your emptiness in the quiet of night he laughs when you bring your dreams to the wolverine. |
Stewart Brisby
(from A Death In America © 1986)