The moon is howling at the wolf now whole. Inside of my Transparent skull.
It is the hour of hunting; Of flesh-eating packs But what is it they are wanting? Hare blood stains the train tracks.
Those wraiths are ravenous They are forming inside my head Scandalous, ominous They gather around my bed.
She's the alpha hound Looks me in the eye: Showing dominance crowned And my end is nearby.
A collaboration with Gabriel burnS who put together that beautiful opening stanza. Please check out his excellent poetry! I'm am very grateful to have had his guidance.