Lycanthropy has twelve moons,
my appetite for the world, twelve times twelve.
Oh to live another April, another
and another, another . . .
It was during last year’s season of mud,
that the rise and fall of the bumblebee’s
civilization revealed itself as metaphor
for human civilization.
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