A Kill

Flogged lame with legs
Shot through the head with balled brains
Shot blind with eyes
Nailed down by his own ribs
Strangled just short of his last gasp
By his own windpipe
Clubbed unconscious by his own heart

Seeing his life stab through him, a dream flash
As he drowned in his own blood

Dragged under by the weight of his guts

Uttering a bowel-emptying cry which his roots tearing out
Of the bedrock atom
Gaping his mouth and letting the cry rip through him as at a distance

And smashed into the rubbish of the ground

He managed to hear, faint and far - 'it's a boy!'

Then everything went black