Losing My Hair

Listen to Wes McNair Reading the Poem  
Losing My Hair Initial Exploration
In the old allegory of the wolves
chasing the dog sled across
the tundra in the waninglight of life, I myself
am suddenly the aging man

who must reach inside his chest
to find some failed organ
that might appease them,
though all I have now
to throw over my shoulder

is this small offering the lifts
in the wind when I turn back
flying apart so high above them
it has nothing to do
with the gathering dark

of their bodies, and their swift
legs that barely touch the snow,
and their cold, patient eyes.

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