Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press
Poems From Providence - The Poet's Press
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GANYMEDE<br />
1<br />
Night after night the pack of wolves came down<br />
to stalk and ravage the peaceful flocks. Rams<br />
fled and bellowed, ewes wailed while white lambs fell<br />
and blood, black in the moonlight, stained the rocks.<br />
Teeth gnashed at tender necks, bellies gave way<br />
to serpent-sprawling innards, torn apart.<br />
Dark silhouettes dragged limbs, ribs and gore<br />
off to their own awaiting young ones. “Likos!”<br />
the wolf-cry, made the blood run cold,<br />
“Likos” made mothers reach for children,<br />
elders to run for gorse-piles to increase<br />
the fire that kept the hungry ones at bay.<br />
At dawn, in cover of iron-gray clouds,<br />
the men set out to find the lupine lairs,<br />
hoping to slay the mothers and cubs,<br />
then track and destroy the rest of the pack.<br />
Never had so many wolves run wild;<br />
never had so many flocks ’round Ilion<br />
suffered such losses repeatedly,<br />
as though a new kind of night-beast,<br />
wily as man himself, strode on long legs,<br />
feeding with jaws that never seemed<br />
to fill a belly, as though they killed for sport,<br />
Likos, then, or likanthropos —<br />
the wolf that once were human?<br />
<strong>The</strong> chief's son, young Ganymede,<br />
too young to hunt, too gentle and kind<br />
for the ways of killing,<br />
remained at the shelter-cave with the women.<br />