Praveen Kumar

Howl






A cold crisp wind, a full moon,
a deep breath and a scream.
We are wolves tonight,
clawing at the frames of our primate selves.
More than the sum of our scent and blood and spit.
We turn sour in the moon-light
as we tumble and thrash the snow and dirt
into our skin
to tangle our fur.

We stride, lost,
across the broken earth
with naked feet, in the dark

I plead for forgiveness
from the dust, and the frozen blades of grass
that we wake from winter sleep
in our path, under our weight
with our heat and careless sounds

We are wolves tonight
silver-eyes and long teeth
howling for flesh
and dreaming of stars

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