You Are (What You Eat)

A human fire around which wolf
Rounds for winter for feed to wolf.

When the last warmth leaves the ashes,
And there's no way in November
Any know, as the snow cover
Falls upon the darkend embers,
Whisping flakes that wood engenders
Of itself under force of fire
Expire in melting into grit,
And one anticipate wolf shit:

When the last blood runnel from the bit
Of axe's, and there's no need now that
Any know, and trapper's/hunter's chat
No longer flow, in time to go that
Falls as sun up sky will surely show what
Wolf, once left alone, can only know
That trapper's hunt intention only grow
With onset of this winter does not show.

So as the one is left and other go
Wolf then circles in tracks in the snow to
Providential meal with blood fresh meat to
Take in fill and gaze with eyes so sweet to
Where fresh tracks mark a passage from
The bright light where the sitting have now gone
And wolverine assuredly will strong
Become and even as a brother track the one.

Ingesting meal that lupine eye fire shone
What shaman never speak of though they
Long through days and nights awake way,
Fasting, casting spells and chanting up,
Recasting, that body may, next sup,
Take up from wolf skin, wolverine cup
To human soul, lycanthrop, catch up
Spirit into form beyond the norm, erupt,

As repast finished, now this wolf leapt
To bound, renewed of strength rarely kept
Within his shaggy frame where it slept
Awaiting such a day and such a fire,
Wept even in its striving to catch up, ire
Burning in its spirit now inspired by lyre
Of a soul now beyond hire which did perspire
For revenge upon companion liar

So that not one but two might expire
And in such fervoured burst of speed
Favoured of such need fuelled by greed
Which sowed such seed to see who bleed
Where snow tracks lead to culprit,
Extralegal castings down into the pit
Meted out from slavering jaws bit
Into, at the end of a true leap, neck.

As he died, in his surprise, he said "Heck".