sister was the wolf

sister was the wolf & could cross easily through the mountain dark to den keen & quivered with the muscular siege of slit    purse purple with hours purse purple with birthwork her sight both inward- & outward-lit on what small sparkle of pyrite in the silt or the thick smell of her own wilderness opening shit & hair & blood each little birth an astonishment of form inside its own tiny veil licked toward the air of this Other Side [Live!] then that sound from the hospital’s infant table after what seemed like years of silence     a mew which held inside it all the voices of this dream & other animals trying to begin