Slaughtered By Mistake
The huntsman, having no need of me
leaves me lying on my back, staring at the sky.
My silent belly slit open
I smell entrails spilling out of me
blood leaking into the grass
shit dissolving into the earth.
As my cough’s last echo
fades into the night
I hear a scream hurl itself
out of my wolf’s clothing.
The smooth form of a naked woman
steps out of me
tall, black and stinking
The Homecoming 1935