BLADES IN BATTALIONS

Push a porcupine quill into
My quaint eyes
Then plunge an assagai into
My fibroid face
Then slash my neck and stain
The tortoise back rich with my blood
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Force a rug needle into my narrow nose
Force it right into my indigo marrow.

Lift my tongue and tie it
With a rope from a tethered goat
Lacerate my lips with deep sanguine
Gutters splattering blood like a
Bellow in full blaze-blazing yellow
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Disembowel my belly and feed the
Hawks that hover there hourless-
Timeless black blue sky
And inside a crater bury
My ears.
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      **"Is it death?"**