Wolf howling
Rents the night in two,
With the bloody, twisting maw
Of the freezing moon.
 
She sits alone tonight,
Twisting Native tongue
Into smoke-curled prayers,
For the damned, for the doomed.
 
What mental death; what savage ruin.
 
"I pulled my teeth out for you,"
 
The moon smiles, and the sun swoons.