The Last Broken Heart

While rain falls, horses
kneel.

The knees of horses
veined with wet dirt.

Somewhere beyond the prairie
wolves are coming down
from the height of the mountain.

Wind blowing through the grasses,
fingers through hair.

The boat is not built.
The message the wolves carry
is this:

There is not enough time
to make it to the next village.

The horses lie down.
There is no one left but you,
and still you love.

JL Williams
2012