Inside A Wolf

Inside a wolf, —silence is howling At a cowl a pall of moonlight A wall of red mist accumulating All those other lights in twilight, Panting with canine-teeth growling, Still bleeding, still pouring out its love. Willing to vanquish all enemies all fears Without childish qualms, Willing to explore all crypts, Without unending tiresome, alarms. Inside a wolf, —silence is howling On the percipience that moonlight Is it only a hand of love pawing? An empty ribcage, baying at the night To breathe - find a heart a pulse ensnare Still bleeding, still pouring out its love. Willing to catch fire in the sky, Without another superfluous, tear. Willing to implode and die Without another needless, cry.