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| voodoo number 1 on that wide beach where dylan thomas ran as a child your mouth smouldering you talk about spells and the power of voodoo and i feign interest and disguise fear so as not to lose access to your high african ass and rounded belly which you said you had not washed since i came on it 2 days before and you said there will be signs i thought fuck off and saw nothing in your eyes i walked a few steps in front of you to demonstrate my irritation feeling the discomfort of the moment as if i'd known nothing before it your voice a yell no words you pulled me backwards peripherally i saw a shape falling a sound i'd never heard before a sheep laying on her back mouth open and teeth one shot out of the head landing a hand's width from the body the others eased themselves from the animal's jaw and fall with a kind of grace to the sand we look up at the cliff and see other sheep grazing on the edge of that drop you ask me to do something do something the sheep is still breathing a man and a woman appear their approach unheard above the atlantic's hysteria the man raises a rock and brings it down on the sheep's head the sea will do the rest the woman said the beach became dark you sat astride me your high african ass and rounded belly danced an unspeakable rhythm as the ocean approached the corpse (for ms senda again) |
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