i took an axe to a willow to see how it wept. i took an axe to a salmon to see how it leapt. i took an axe to the wolf as he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw the glistening, virgin white of my grandmother’s bones. i filled his old belly with stones. i stitched him up. out of the forest i come with my flowers, singing, all alone.