Split toes crumbling, crack,
as the body rots
appendages are the first to go

Lepered flowers snap,
under bruised leather boots
that rip holes in the turf

A shattered femur smells sweetly,
when placed in cold water
it doesn’t smell at all

She looks lovely,
with a rope around her ankles,
swinging

Flayed to the bone,
hocks torn apart,
placed neatly to the side

Digestive clumps,
slop into feed buckets,
splattering filthy muzzles

Then the warm hand of kindness
pats my shivering hair,
gently

Leaves salty gore, tumbling,
sliding into my ear,
tickling my neck

The rutting boar squeals,
as we finish his job
and thump the cleaver back into the fence.

Kindness sniffs the air:

I smell semen,
better get the mother
before we go

 

*The universe doesn’t care about separating out the worst moments from the best people. The are all meshed into one.