A message howled

into the wild

from my

overly eager

protector:

Urchin,

I will break mountains

to find you.

I will damn rivers

to mold your path home.

I will topple trees

and build a voluminous

smoke tower

as an x on a map.

Tell me what to do!

What will it take for you to trust me?

You wreak havoc

and yet don't want help.

How is that fair?