Wolf Change Poem by Christopher Biddle

Corsair of the wood
discard your skin
your pallid, wormlike
vulnerability.
Corsair of the wood
exchange your skin
for pelt of dun
and brindle luxury.

A pentagram is burning
in your eyes
and soft, pale twists
of wolfbane
squeeze your heart.
A grinding pain
is writhing in your thighs
the crunch of bones
proclaims the change's start.

Pirate of the flesh
throw back your head
and part your jowls
to sing a lunar song.
The forest paths are dark
the night is long.