#werewolf bridge

At midnight,as I rise from my coffin,I ask:
Am I Christ or Mehmet Ali Agca?
Am I Count Dracula or just another Hiroshima Werewolf
Howling for human flesh?

In my mad and werewolf heart
I have howled half a century away
In despair and rage:
The bread and wine of werewolf Mass

Every God-damned, man-damned morning,I ask:
Is this the beginning of another cardboard day
Or is it the first day of the rest of the universe?
Will nothing happen or will everything happen?

In my green and bleeding soul
I have sung half a century away
In laughter and in scorn
The flesh and blood of sorrowful werewolf Time

Every twilight as the shadows fall,I ask:
How many missiles are aimed at Moscow?
At New York and London? At Paris and Rome?
At the naked skin of God?

In my high and mountain skull
I have mocked half a century away
In measure and in fact:
The line and square of werewolf Space

One dizzy moment above the Liffey I forget, I ask:
Is this O’Connell Bridge or Butt Bridge?
Am I on the Ha’penny Bridge perhaps?
Is this another endless werewolf bridge?

Until defiance builds of its own ruin
A truth more brave than the truth of death
My werewolf heart shall rage against
Both werewolf God and werewolf Man

Until terror builds of its own heat
A myth more green than the myth of life-
But my werewolf heart is pierced at last
By the silver bullet of the Lady’s gaze

My werewolf self is atom-bombed
By the golden sunrise of the Lady’s smile:
I am the Beast the Lady rides,
I am the stars within Her hair

And here’s the above poem performed by the Golden Horde: http://rawilsonfans.org/downloads/CBC-LawrenceTalbotSuite.mp3