Old

As in the old days
for the wolves who speak
because themselves are
old, in trees, silent,
in the trees above the
heads of silent wolves,
the old and silent wolves
in trees who there are
quiet in the trees that
are so old themselves,
the wolves who eating
soup from cans are old,
the cans of soup that
are as old as wolves,
and I am old this year,
older than the trees or
all the wolves, in their
houses with the heaters
and the stoves and t.v.s
and the cans of soup,
and this is my old song,
that the wolves sing
from the trees, that
the wolves have sung
in dreams.