Lives of Animal
Rob Schlegel

See the slaughter and

Blink once. Stab

 

The dark with shanks,

Pretty metals, dripping

 

Stars. Custody in the air;

In the body cavity

 

Of the animal arrange

Thirty lit candles.

 

Twice, frost

Sharpened winter’s shears,

 

Smoke of flesh—its profit

And umber ruin.