t h e * f i r s t * w o l f ~(wolf part two)

Who was the first ?
Ah just some wolf,
Wandering and slavering
Curious as to what made that smell
And found out
A trap


Who found him first ?
Ah just some young witch
Fickle in her new mastery
Curious as to possibilities
Who emptied out
That trap


Who trained him first ?
That same young witch
With fire, with food: starvation’s work,
And regular beatings
Made wolf’s skin become
His own trap


Who showed this work to us?
Can’t you guess ?
Skittish and always at her side, alert
To any nuance in her breath
Now fear alone
Is the trap


When did he do it ?
What, lick her hand?
And ankles too, if I heard alright.
They say she liked it, more than the moon,
Wanted more.
Her honey trap


She did what ?
Before ambassadors
or rival claimants for her land
Enthroned, bare thighed, she showed off wolf’s tricks
This is my power, she purred,
Any questions ?


How far did she go?
You dare ask that?
Her bestial lust, leading on her spellcraft
Brought forth wild things from her
Great spells
To build a trap


And how?
Blood magic, fool!
She mingled both their bloods
At some propitious time
Happy in her witch’s work
Her trap


And wolf?
Became part-man
With cock as well as tongue and hands
Needed training to pass as human
Needed words
A creaking trap


And witch ?
This first Frankenstein
Fell like a fool for what she’d made
Doted on his appetites
Forgot wolf’s training
Forgot the trap


And then ?
Bit the hand that fed, of course
Learned words from books
That gave him spells
Tore her heart’s flesh, escaped
Left her trap


Don’t stop. This witch ?
Flesh Healed alone
Inconsolable without the wolf
Built her happiness
Piece by piece
Now flown her trap


Became so feared
Ice Queen but aflame
Splendid, unloved and deadly
No displays of sensual bestiality
To terrify white ambassadors
Just pure power crackling
Her own trap


Half human wolf
Thinking lightly in deep woods
Pondering his perculiar philosophy
Thinks, Teeth take her, I’m of her pack
And blithely returned
To his tormentor


And then ?
Oh you are so dense.
This dark tale ends with Northern lights
With comets, full moons, and meteors
And a warning for the curious:
There are cubs !

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