I dreamed it
sunlight bright
as lady hawk plucked
the wet winged hatchling
from mother-made nest.
I drank it
red hot and jaw clenching
in its timeless loop
of awful devouring
while there I too,
devoured.
I lay
as they cut the bulbous middle
(intestines set aside)
pulling soft screaming life from me
(hardening breasts by the minute)
to make a meal of me.
I bleed
a bucket tick tock, a clock
to cry myself dry
a crimson ridding
an inside, made out.
I tear
the skin flesh
of apple
of trout
and steal the calf’s milk for my cheese.