. our noses huffing our eyes flirting out vetting the loose night air a display of yearning we did a grand deed
a mammal slain at our heart and we are the wrecking children we killed ourselves a deer ( no small thing )
flashlights propped in nooks open the prey for dressing we decorated a tree with the task slings of intestinal tubing
open prey for dressing vocal prayer for the ****
praise the attributes that we ended the characteristics we assigned it live meat in perish organs adding moist hot breath to a waking cold night
after our butcher act after the parcels and beast are stowed amongst the trees we take off as phantoms in touch 'to ourselves be sacrifice and yet return' is somehow the plan
winds pick up and cold rain drives sideways leaves of the bushes flashing fish silver underbellies a fleshing thrill combing the trees an urgent spirited excitement
back at daybreak we skin off our leather grip slippers remove our party plate masks and in the irrigated mourning grass wipe our feet wash away our tread and our threat