Cursed (poem)

haunted dog


He left his prayers unsaid
at night, and was impure even
by the standards of a necrotic empire,
so when the wolfsbane was full
and the moon bloomed,
every wolf in the forest
transformed into him,
walking upright in shoes
of Italian leather,
nails manicured, learning
what it means to be a predator.
On moonless nights
when they're fanged and furred again
you can hear them in the distance,
howling for their human sins.

-- Ian Erinson

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