Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

___________________________Thus vomiting,
in issue comes the internal workings
of a thin doe: stomach and heart and lungs,
all garlanded in intestines’ coils.

The husk he puts upon his back. Its head,
now limp, sways to and fro as he through the
thicket approaches far off light. He knows
the way and little looks about himself.
Under the weight his breath comes in hard pants;
from every pant a wispy cloud ensues.
Too eager to expand, they dissipate
quickly before the next then takes its place.
Though cold, a bead of sweat trickles down his
temple. Some fear he has, remembering
that not so long ago he’d met the wolf.
As like a bear in size it was, and on
two feet would stand as like a man. But wolf,
a giant wolf, and the sequel he feared.