Let the wolverines howl
Mar 25, 2023
A poem from the You tear us series
The wolves howl at night.
The wolves howl, and so do I.
Take me, wolverine, on your wuthering heights
wuthering might
Where I can cry out the loneliness of sexes withered
Where I can cry out the terror of sexes bruised
Where all those millions of ravaged vaginas will find their voice
My voice
My voice weaves its delirium in the strength of the Earth
O mothers, grandmothers of all lands, come to me
in my voice!
Let the wolverines howl; let men calm down
and cease to scatter themselves
in the McDonald’s of ideas
My voice, our voice, O mothers
will be that of our freedom.
