Silver Wolves

And all the want divides me,

like a centrifugal greed-

carrying off my heart

to desire in the dreary. 

And the woods with a single clearing,

there are silver wolves with teeth,

they're gnawing at the goodness

that's inherent inside me.

Oh,

Golden blood all smeared in grass

drenching loam in liquid chrome

and foster me a newer soul,

since this one's gone and broke!