Dear wolf, dear ravenous, dear raven
Who will peck and click at these remains?
I have saved for you this white leg, I have saved
you from the watchman’s beam, the hunter’s
muzzle. I have cordoned a corner, salvaged sanctuary.
For you I roll, for you I puppy-prance,
bared belly, dignity discarded, spread myself
like jelly, jam, sweet cheeked, a mint-crisped
Easter lamb.