Revised sonnet #98
New moon you light a lane to hunger cure
We werewolves genuflect and howl you praise
I love these black out drunks they dont endure
At ease Ill eat the living lost in heady haze
As graveyard digits dwindle less I lure
To forest feast the folk of wheat and maize
Im forced to hunt in lunar phase impure
Ive broadened scope to rebel runaways
A pinky spare or little toe the treat
They see tomorrow much as such Id eat
The heart alive or legally undead
I wolf it whole their spirit put to bed
Tea cup of china bone I sip so slow
The mountains crematoriums moons ago
Chorus slow leisurely measured
