The Cries of Death in the Wild

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Out in the wild, it’s said you
Can make friends with the bear
By the fool who has never been there.
Step foot in the lion’s land
And you will be torn and tossed
Like a ragged toy.
Some never understand
Except by experience,
When it is too late.
The wild is the wild
And the wild has its own language,
A tongue that man
Cannot comprehend.
Some will be the Faustus
That denies a Hell
As the devil stands before them.