Friday, November 4, 2016

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Dark of the Lune


silence in bright woods
Luna calls
wolves wake in men’s hearts


blood pools on carved stone
something crawls
on your shrinking skin


banging on the gate
some thing roars
don’t you know your son!?


remove the creature’s
hairy pelt
unknown organs writhe


on the world of weres
we all howl
when the moons are full

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