Read MoreHare you are leaping
to the moon
from the golden underground gate,
mummiform woman, Wenut,
tired for a moment of guarding,
watching for the dead to enter here.
Read MoreOur urban woolf
is remembering
a time when her cousins
ran in packs
through deep forest
before all the trees
were chopped to make
flat packed furniture
or ships to defeat an armada.