Hunting Trophy by Dominic Cuthbert There is a chicken bone on the pavement Between a bus stop And a fast food restaurant. What wasn't eaten the evening before Is devoured by rats by morning. A child was punished For trying to put it in his mouth. I pick up the half part And attach it to the chain Around my neck. |
I pass a pub And having had my shirt buttoned To the collar since morning I need water to relieve me, Since trying to pay my electric bill. They will not serve me And so I leave, thirsty. Outside the hospital I notice a bloodied bandage. The stain is not dissimilar To the discolouration on the back of the bus I am waiting for, Or even the chicken bone That hangs around my throat. |
Blood by Miruna Poienaru
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