Jormungandr

Wolf rolls a warming joint
Packs her thick n generous

Outside, Autumn writes an obit
with naked trees
fractals against the sky
such cycles are keenly felt
at certain latitudes

Pensive Wolf in chain-mail
frees a swampy lungful
recall the pants of fleeing monks
their cloudy breaths
as they struggle thru the snow
recall the skullful crunch
of the throwing-ax

take a hit Snaky on that tail of yours
let the world spin a bit longer
every saga of human ambulation thus:
puff, puff, pass