Wolves, Lower

                  


And a fucked-up love

that will be a deep forest

and a lover too

where you can wander

peeking between the theatrical trees

crazy artists have hung paintings here

saying warning warning

beasts have strange manners in the cities

where this forest grows deepest

the light may turn purple & strange

people hide the bandages

all the lost children are probably here

but it's ok, everything's alright

wherever he wanders

whatever creature he becomes

you can change him back

because you have the secret of the blood

(someone died here)

what it whispers below audibility

(someone died here)

so no matter how far he goes

no matter how deeply the wound has been placed

you can whisper it out of the blood

and all the creatures who are other

will step around you carrying him

because they see his animal fear

& they know you are smiling

but you will kill them

if they try to change him back

if they try to take him

as you are sucking the spell from his neck

where some ridiculous beast

planted a little death-chip

that still flushes red at the end of each day

& he is looking into your eyes and concentrating

to make sure you mean what you're doing

& you're laughing as you chew through the blood & sinew

thinking about a good place to stop for dinner later

for conversation & later maybe a walk

before tackling him & dragging him down under sweet sleep