Ivory

Catriona Yule

 

Tormented by flies,
you hunch,
stroke his bludgeoned
cavities.

In weeping flesh,
you nuzzle;
a mud carcass
fouling the land.

Along the stumps
in his head,
your trunk lingers,
tendering.

Your head bowed,
friends silent,
there is nothing
to say.

You count each one:
bones,
a number screaming
inside you.

 

Published in Shedding Skin, 2007
(Koo Press)

Shedding Skin


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