Protect yourself, there are people
There is a she wolf howling at the moon.
Howling at anything looking like the moon.
In her teeth she's tossing about the body.
Tearing insides from out of the body.
Jolting the body into motion.
It doesn't matter who's blood she's drawing,
Doesn't matter the black crow cawing.
Instinct and wolf spit only.
I can smoke pensively, if it helps you.
There is a soul worn thread thin.
Tattered knot bloodshot insane bone saw.
Bone instrument.
In it for the love of the game, not the win.
Litheness stiffened and voice rottened long ago.
It's a snake wearing my skin.
Forcing reanimation.
Jolting the body into ritual.
I lurch and I growl.
Instinct and wolf spit only.
I can do more or less, if it helps you.
I want to lay perfectly still, flat as moonlight.
I want the impression in flesh from fallen pines.
I want damp dirt squeezed between my fingers.
I want the slick storm to pass over, nothing to
Jolt my body into earthly communion.
I want to hoist my flag in omnipotent surrenders.
But it's not unstained, barely white now.
Instinct and wolf spit only.
