This poem is based on the legend of the werewolf.
There are certain physical signs.
I don't know if you know them, which
can pick out the werewolf when he, or in this case,
she is in human shape.
If you notice anyone with their eyebrows joint or hair
in their palms.
The chances are that you've got a werewolf.
[LAUGHTER]
I've been looking around for one all of America,
I haven't found one yet.
So if there is anyone here, please come to the reception
and introduce yourself.
[LAUGHTER]
This in the poem, these signs occur.
But it's a poem about being a mental werewolf, I suppose.
Not actually turning physically into the body of a wolf,
but mentally.
The title "Wolfbane" is from the plant, which if you eat it.
Apparently will allow you to change into a werewolf.
It's very short.
"Wolfbane."
"It was not by any of the usual signs by merged brows,
haired palms, pointed ears, reddening of eyes in the moon,
or her undressed body's disappearance
in the silver mirror.
But by the way her mind under him turned away,
loping into snowy darkness."