On a rocky face I climbed

on a crag I dined

on cold meat

and leaves

bracken and bird bones

thin marrow

sucked clean

and washed down

by my tongue cupped

in the rain.

 

The stars shined

mother of pearl

on black velvet

as I hung my head

in its softness

 

Harvest moon reap me

rewards, I wonder.

As the last of the

feathers fall

from my mouth.

Blackbird and song thrush

their voices I devoured whole.

 

On a crag I dinned

high above

green grass and wooded

grove

The night is no

place to hide

from the luminous

search

of mine eyes.

The only tell tale sign

is the glint of

my teeth as I

smile.

I tip my head

back and howl

and you'll know me

as I run down your

spine

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Posted By electroweb to electroweb on 2/13/2008 09:37:00 AM