Untamed Wilds

I lay
immobilized
another day

I have heard the eerie, joyous yelps of coyotes one last night

I’m weak
I have only to stop breathing for a second
To see the wood’s dark heart,
where the tiny beasts shall feast on my soul
and return it to the soil
and I shall live again among the oaks

I live off centipedes and elderberries
and the nights are fast becoming wicked cold

I can’t let the woods claim me back
As long,
as those fuckers are still alive

Copyright (C) 2005 Thomas Webb and The Happy Buttons.