Breathing

This is the worst hunger

The hunger of loss

The deep set eyes

Burning through appetite

They will not be sated

These wolf eyes

The cry of hunger

Comes from a tearing

A tearing deep inside

Inside the wolf’s gut

His heart has been denied

And all he can think

Is to rip his teeth into flesh

To satisfy through the mouth

What his heart cannot have

This is the ghostly hunger

It will devour tear and rip

And still its heart will cry

A savage cry of cries

Echoing down the valleys

The valleys of his longing

His endless longing

The taste of blood in his mouth.

From Bodyhood by Leon De Kock (2010)