Like a lyre I hear him calling through the trees.
An echo of desire a seething to be free.
A calling from the beastville to the place between my knees.
I hear him calling from the shadows all around.
I feel him in the tremors through the roots up in the ground.
They said he’d make the earth move.
Maybe I was not awake?
This wasn’t just a tremor.
It’s a f*cking big mistake.