Friday, May 21, 2010

she felt the blood run
in the boar's head

sitting on the mud floor.
the others in the classroom
on chairs: the taga teacher
droning

she imagined: a blood-red blow
a final vivid death-rattle-reality

the severed head rolled away


she covered the bloodied hair with hay & burnt it.

organs in a soup. her head and palms cold.

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