[Matt Q]

After the wolf-thing eats him

After the wolf-thing eats him, after it shits
the parts of him that yield no sustenance
back out into the world, how come he thinks
he’s been reborn? He clearly is a dunce,

this chap. And yet – see how he skips along
without his skin. The weight he’s lost! The awful
weight of turgid flesh, see how that’s gone,
as if his world’s no longer made of offal.

But though he glides discarnate through the room,
all lipless grins, who really could suppose
he had won free, this bodiless buffoon?
Yet how relaxed he seems without his bones.

We steel ourselves. This surely will get nasty.
We hang around the wolf-thing, looking tasty.
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