I’m A Wolf. No, I’m Not

Unsavory, our fangs tore you partly

My blood, my ancestor’s blood taught me then

To madly amuse my greedy belly

And not to admit defeat by the den

Thanks to God He granted you that light fume

You need not to hide in the river bank

Soul I can’t devour, flesh I can’t consume

Curse the God He granted me this blunt fang

Like a little baby learning to walk

Up to the murky den thus I’m crawling

Like a little baby learning to talk

Under the sadden moon thus I’m woofing

It is such a disorientation

I as the wolf, no more than a fiction