Howling Poem by John Prophet

Howl.
Into the
night, howl.
Howl.
Howl.
Looking out,
out into the
abyss.
Since the
first twitch
life has been
vocal.
Howling into
the dark.
Searching
for others.
Primal
at first.
Desirous of
contact.
Desirous of
knowledge.
Wanting to
know,
to know
what's
out there.
Wanting to
know,
who's listening?
Who's
listening to
the howl?
Who will
Respond?
Silence.
Nothing but
silence.
No one is
listening.
No one will
respond.
We howl
into emptiness.
We howl at
nothing.
We are
alone.
Alone
in the
void.
Alone
with
ourselves!