Craving For Wild

but my bones are welded
into painful phrases
my skin is not
as it would choose itself to be.

My wings! My jaws!
Where are my paws?
But I forget—

this round face is not
merely a reflection
upon the water.

This disfigurement
is the verdict of nature.

My brain strugles to be wild and rabid
but my mind is far too tame

I want blood
to drip between my fangs
squeezed from a dinner in the dirt

I want water
fresh and unfiltered

I want to feel
unending hunger
driving me on

© 1991
B. Vincent Hernandez