by Tianna G. Hansen
when I die, bundle my bones
burn this human husk to ensure
the wolf part of me is dead, too.
take my ashes and bury them
in the woods, where I was happiest
sprinkle them along the creek
so I become one with the bubbling
waters where I used to drink, long tongue
lolling from my mouth, & where I bathed
in half-wolf form, crystals of water
clutching at this changing skin.
I will exist always in the wind
on a full moon where my howl rises
to fill the stillness within you. cry of
the wolf, the call of wild that screams
inside all of us. my spirit will always
race between the trees like one endless
thread, a redness that returns in fallen leaves.