Poem, Feeding Wolves, Stealing Free Offerings
Long Wrong
December 9, 2023
at carnival riding in turn
three wolves, they’d say
by even-fall two will be
inside or out beside thee
third, in hungry sympathy
will lick thy mouth a-woo
speaking down thy neck
in that song lonely
saying – feed what hungers
stint no morsel in freeing
those sweet unfurled beings
you have long wrong
swallowed
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