Friday, November 4, 2016


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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