tumor and the wolf

fished wolf
west prowling but the morning
such a fad
passed the dry-cut belt
the first, hard mother
sees her child cut
wall threw the window and
the wolf shall to the wolf sty
all dying to drive
the van
hard the sum win
fondling her child and sing: cut new
and the Wolf shod cowl kills him.
to wolf,
hang these words
want him
gong with clad and hungry
sad or thoughtless