12

Praise the Wolf

Packs of wolf-cloud loitered
around Battersea Power Station
when my train hurtled past.
I’d lost her that Thursday

my body bleeped to the world
in a Morse code of sweat.
I made a cut on my chest
with her photo on my phone,

inviting the wolf-cloud to eat,
wrap myself in their rain
and feel their rush hurtling
me back to the earth, to the dark.

By Christian Ward

Christian Ward is a 27 year old Londoner
who is currently finishing the final year
of a degree in English Literature and
Creative Writing at Roehamptin University,
London. His work has appeared in journals
such as Andwerve, Word Riot, Nthposition
and Dogmatika et al. He would like to go
to Burning Man but needs a lift.