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Shane McCrae

The Werewolf

for D. A. Powell

 

 

The question is     I ask myself most often is

 

Not what is it     to be a wolf     but what is it

 

To be a human

 

 

 

being how fragile if to be

 

even a quarter     / Wolf is to be

 

All wolf and not a human being at all     / To

 

 

 

what is the

 

most basic human thing     / Imaginable just

 

to hold a     cup to hold it after coffee     empty     thinking often soon

 

 

 

I wonder     / Whether a human being

 

would have already set it down

 

And hold it wondering

 

 

And in this way I leave my body     wondering through the cup

 

And it     the cup

 

becomes the source of my     / Anxiety

 

 

 

and also my relief     / Please

 

don’t misunderstand me

 

I kill people     / I’m not ashamed

 

 

 

I buy my coffee and I do not smile     / And with the first sip

 

dip my fangs in it     and the usually still

 

fresh blood mixes with the coffee then

 

 

 

Then I might grin at strangers     men my age     / Only a grin

 

I hide     yet I’m afraid     I’ll be acknowledged / And still I won’t be seen

 

Many of the men smile

 

 

 

And those I kill I tell them

 

how I came to be a wolf

 

My father was a man

 

 

 

my mother / Lived as a woman

 

Their parents were a man and women

 

but my mother’s father was a wolf     / So

 

 

 

I’m a wolf

 

as my / Children would be     / How can it be

 

I ask the men

 

 

 

I’m not a human being     at all

 

I am     a quarter what I am

 

Three-quarters what I kill

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