The Wolves

at night while the dogs

were barking

Baby Gauge and I crawled under the fence

with knives

we made out like the rattlesnake melons

were men we didn’t like

the new moon ones were wolves

I would cut a belly this way

he would cut a belly that way

the flies

came around the sweet juice

it was blood to us

we tasted it we licked it off the blades

we decided not to kill the wolves

we wanted to be wolves

we stuck the knives in the ground

the moon shined on them

we turned the pilot caps inside out

so the fur would show

that way when we crawled

under the bob wire

a little piece would get caught

we wouldn’t though

we wanted to leave trails

but no scents

we tore the melons open we licked the blood off our paws

we wanted to be wolves

and in the morning all those dead men

with their hearts eat out