Transparent Wolf

Having no continuing city, the length of memory is pulp
and is shoulder, four compartments of rosin that stretch
into wolf custody over the pines.
The cleared out body,
loosening into a tiny fray of tissue that commemorated
a low inward move, that chronicled breath like fabric.

Spectacular grass almost touching the transparent shell
of hindquarter. Finished wheat.
It issued a tiny fissure
of rays that eventually cranked the branches into loose
aerial piles, that finally diminished like gessoed light,
extinguishing the evacuated wolf enclosure into a nightly
balm of fur and powder.