there's something ancient in our bones
a primal lust for dark indulgences
forbidden in this day
some of us still relish
the salt & sinew
of the **** we no longer make ourselves

will we ever lose that part of us
that wants to hunt, ****, and ****
and howl at the moon
after spending so long
caged in concrete

we long for it to turn to ash
for freedom
and for benediction
from the sins
we are about to commit