where they found our bones and yours mixed together
We heard your teeth
sink into our sister’s flesh.
Not so far away, you
were pounding and scraping
at the gnawed-off jawbone
detaching the tongue with
choppy slimed strokes
fingers slipping on blood
and settling saliva.
We saw the smoke
rising from your cook-fires
over the hills. We could
smell her sweet sizzling.
Our deep brains growl to us;
our stomachs forgive.
When ever has there been
occasion to waste meat?
Phoenix Bunke is a song-singing, centipede-catching California child currently living in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Since graduating college, she has been up til the sky turns blue most every night, working late at a bakery and writing comics, songs and poetry.