The Wolf Women

They meet at dusk.
They wear dresses black as coal.
They rise with the tide
Their skirts still dripping.
They gather in circles on the shore.
They write words in the sand.
They speak of injustice and of pain.
They grow out their fur. 
They pierce their tongues.
They tell stories of a new world.
They chart each season's growth.
They notice their blood ebb and flow.
They have children under canopies. 
They build a commune.
They learn new ways to love.
They stoke a fire into flames.
They glint like embers of the fallen stars.
They mark this day for revolution. 
They paint signs and take to the streets.
The city men spit at them.
They are looked upon like mutts. 
They summon all their courage.
They band together as women always do.
They hall up in the trenches.
They the wolf women,
They howl to the moon.