wolf by micah daniel(meeeee)

Wolf

micah daniel s.

The wind pulses against my face

As I whisper, angry, at a silent god,

“Now what?

You’ve made me this thing

This wretched beast

You put the wolf in too-tight sheep’s skin

Still soaked with blood

Dangled viscera from my neck like a noose

Hung me out for all to see

What a mistake makes of itself

After it has been made”

And does the mistake get a say in his making?

Does he ask to be made?

If a mistake remakes himself in his own image

Does he become his own god?

If god makes a mistake is he even a god at all?

And what of the wolf

Choked by wool and his own intestines

Body dangling, drying out in the street

Body rotting in the bed he’s made

Decay beneath the wool

A wolf like a god

That is to say, a dog like a manmade legend

That is to say, a boy like a wretched beast

Dear silent god,

I am bathed in the lamb’s blood

Please, won’t you let me in?