i like to imagine us as wolves
naked and salivating
fierce-teeth, matted fur
under the black envelope of sky
guiding us home on strings of scent and foam
our friends bare their fangs
and breath in the mutual smell of morning
blankets of ice
visceral, hungry
travelling incognito over the vast inhuman landscape
a train rattling on a track made of bone
yeah I read it already you lucky dog! no publishing interest as yet myself.
ReplyDeletedig ''mutual smell of morning''
and ''a train rattling on a track made of bones''
there's an old train line runs past where I live in Edinburgh, I think I can hear the echos of old trains...