I heard a howlin’ truth
drag its feet to my paw, lay
down a path and pour
out a tangent sayin’
You wouldn’t know a wolf
pack payin’ prayer to
God if He
told you.
So with two dull teeth
and a belly fierce to
boast ‘em, I took
off to find you on
the outskirts—chest
towards the sky
breathin’ rain and
repentance.
repentance.
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