you are hungry, I know
because I am you, the
wolf is alive and well
inside of us, the sky
turns blood red, you are
pacing the kitchen. hall. stairs.
I am watching you, I know
we are back again, full moon
eyes. She’s got them and
us in their spell, the heart
beats blood into a pulp,
a howl is caught again
in the throat. The thrill
is this, I will not let
you out again to
pillage us forever.
You are hungry, I know
because I am you, and here
before drunk the bottle and
gone on with it, not tonight.
There’s a whisper from
the conscience saying
don’t throw your heart
away, a whole year to the dogs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem