“Ancient Tribes” by Ron Koppelberger


Made by markings and ancient tribes in consort with
Wolves and clans of secret desire, the passionate urge to pass the warmth
Of settled fire, by eyes and fond touch, by sighs
And huntress weary depths of fancy, by the children
Of born futures and circles of howling rant,
In the day and evening-tide way, by gasping teeth
And tender dissident metamorphosis, by the
Love of sunrise souls and dewdrop dreams.