Howl

White snow and the flash of a fang

A cold crisp wind, a full moon,

a deep breath and a scream.

We are wolves tonight,

clawing at the frames of our primate selves.

More than the sum of our scent and blood and spit.

We turn sour in the moon-light

as we tumble and thrash the snow and dirt

into our skin

to tangle our fur. 

 

We stride, lost,

across the broken earth

with naked feet, in the dark

 

I plead for forgiveness

from the dust, and the frozen blades of grass

that we wake from winter sleep

in our path, under our weight

with our heat and careless sounds

 

We are wolves tonight

silver-eyes and long teeth

howling for flesh 

and dreaming of stars