Is it a wolf I hear,
howling his lonely communion
with the unpiloted stars,
or merely the self importance and servitude
in the bark of a dog?
How many millennia did it take,
twisting and torturing
the pride from the one
to make a tool,
And how do we measure the distance from spirit to spirit?
And who do we find to blame?
(from: Quell's Poems and other Prevarications)