david woke at two a.m. to hunt pigs
a shot went off that woke the neighbors
bent it’s neck back and sliced like a lazer beam
blood dripping down to his elbows and onto his jeans
spleen, liver, kidneys and heart
soak in a bowl at the base of a tree
he tied the pig up like jesus
david, to me, is judas
always whispering into somebody’s ear
he dragged the body of christ throught the guinea grass
dropped it’s hind legs, let it fall with a thud…
left it right there, by the home of his neighbor.

the owl sees all, the owl hears all
it heard all of his secrets…
the owl swoops down over davids crown, crocheted with field mice
snatched in mid air and in one twist, left headless
ripping out feathers, he walks from the field in a headdress
a silver bowl full of organs feeds the bananas
the blood from the bowl soaks the head of his partner
she runs from her tent as thin as an icicle, dripping
flapping her arms, she’s a rooster, after the blood dries,
crowing throught the smell of lemon blossoms
i set down my hologram to pick up a japanese sickle
i head to the red field and start sawing through crosses
picture if you could, a wild animal, held in the light as a prophet
and needs steel beams to hold it’s weight, after the sacrifice…
picture these steel beams falling and twisting into driftwood
as soon as they touch the earth… the martyred plain…
i look down to see a massacred owl, without a head
feather tufts, broken wings
i see david, nomadic. native to nowhereland, in his headdresssssss.
i look down. body of christ. blood sacrifice.
david sees me in his pig bones.

now we both know
he has dragged this body here
for all things wild
to crawl by the bed of his neighbors.

chief of deceit.