The wolf is standing
On the precipice
How far that little step seems now
Balanced above the deep abyss
She steps on air
Between the river stones
In the pockets of her coat
The water slips
And fills the gaps
Like lovers long apart
That rushing sink onto
A muddy bed and dark
In fatal last embrace
The stones were weapons of the wolf
Arrayed against herself
When her teeth had failed
Fallen out
One And All
In her madness
Although she could have swum
She held her limbs petrified
Until the light went out