the wolf aluminum outfits reduced to alchemy the cacophony of absolute euphony rings out the night soon in the jaws of the howl trail markers construct the horizon streetlights bright against the snow metal flesh soft sallow men cross the hearts with shears slit the stomach and arms white hot headlights make the shadows tall the door scraps fall lanterns beacon the unconditional windows open ears listen to the impossible bleating a woman crying, the crackle-hiss of tears freezing to cheeks, they peel his forehead from the leather and place the soaking skin safe inside her maw I secure the drapes but the moon somehow brushes my face when I dream tonight I dream of the exhaust rising in clumps behind her legs like blood separating from water
