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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.