I have wild in me.
It's something like running fast and
letting my teeth tear through flesh,
this unfettered body.
Royalty pumping in my blood,
becoming one with my wooden bow,
either yew, ash or elm.
I wield it, like my heart.
I let oils of dead leaves
soak into my skin while I put these
fingers right in the mud.
I decompose - one organ system
right after the other, beckoning the crows.
I am the wild in the earth,
roots and glass, and one thousand
invading your lungs.