I swear these people, it’s like you handed
them a present, and they’d chew him up anyways,
even if he came like gangbusters.

Us? We’re not like that.

Wulf’s over there, I’m over here,
these islands are locked, mashed up in marsh.
Dudes there will eat your face —
and they’d chew him up regardless,
even if he came like gangbusters.

Us? We’re not like that.

I was dogged in my dreams
of the wolf’s wide wanderings.
When rains were the sky
and I sat raining too.
When the trial-tested tested me,
lathered up in his limbs —
Joy was mine then, and a little pain as well.

Wulf, O my Wulf! Your hopes in me
have gone sick, your infrequent pleasures,
mournful mindings,
not your failing appetite.

Hear that, Eadwacer you dog?
Our whelp was wailing,
the wolf ferrying it to the forest.

How easily it all comes apart,
what was hardly together —
the song we made as one.