“The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf:/ he may do what he will.”
— “Wolf Centos” by Simone Muench [Sarabande Books]
The morning after, he’s aware of red,
Five knuckles glazed with dried blood — probably
That fellow jogging. Bald. Imagine that.
Exhaling, savagery is shorn of fuss.
His heart no longer throbbing, extra teeth
Absorbed by his accommodating jaw,
Damp chest hair curling normally
In sweaty alphabets, he stands upright,
Embalming the night’s pleasures, shame withheld —
As all shape-shifter must react. Regrets
Rest with the moon, whose puppet he’s become.
About the Author
Native New Yorker and Elgin Award winner, LindaAnn LoSchiavo is a member of the British Fantasy Society, HWA, SFPA, and The Dramatists Guild — and a spooky Scorpio who loves Hallowe’en. 
Current books: Messengers of the Macabre: Hallowe’en Poems, Vampire Ventures, Always Haunted: Hallowe’en Poems [Wild Ink, 2024], Apprenticed to the Night [UniVerse Press, 2024], and Felones de Se: Poems about Suicide [Ukiyoto Publishing, 2024].
