Inside A Wolf Poem by Mark Heathcote

Inside a wolf, —silence is howling
At a cowl a pall of moonlight
A wall of red-mist accumulating
All those other lights in twilight,
Panting with canine-teeth growling,
Still bleeding, still pouring out its love.
Willing to vanquish all-enemies all-fears
Without childish qualms,
Willing to explore all crypts,
Without unending tiresome, alarms.
Inside a wolf, —silence is howling
On the percipience that moonlight
Is only a hand of love pawing?
An empty ribcage, baying at the night
To breathe - find a heart a pulse ensnare
Still bleeding, still pouring out its love.
Willing to catch fire in the sky,
Without another superfluous, tear.
Willing to implode and die
Without another needless, cry.