You chop its head off. Takes you seven tries
to cut through gullet, vocal chords and spine.
It groans and growls. Perhaps this is a sign
that it is conscious, even though its eyes

are bloody, blank. The head will try to bite
as it rolls on the ground. Will break a tooth
chewing at stones and soil. You see the truth
but hide from what you know. These creatures might

in their dead way be more alive than you.
The fingers you cut off swinging your knife-
each one of them has its own wriggling life.
Cut off its ear- that will start creeping too.

Blast them to bits- see how each bit behaves.
The chunks will fight to stay out of their graves.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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  1. ffutures says:

    Eww… creepier and creepier.

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