Donning the Beast -or- Honouring the Monster and the Horror

Donning the Beast
-or-
Honouring the Monster and the Horror


The wolf is restless in me.
It wants manifestation.
It wants the mask to be donned
And for me to stalk the woods
to touch myself and others
and rip into the encounters
and darkness that it wants to remember
and let alone.


It was captured
and tamed and tasted blood again
oh tasted and revived
and hunts the forest like a tramp
sprawled and naked
tethered and released
and reaching- aching
for the meat it eats.


Oh the bones are showing
and the meal could be done
but not till the marrow is dust
and everything is striped.


Oh wolf in me,
run wild, run free
and say the vulgar
and the sweet
and the nectar that summons.
And lay in wait.
It will come,
Let us wait.
Prey will come.


-Matthew Koutzun