In the blood river of our final battle
I found a dog with my legs
and danced on bird skulls
that popped to the rhythm sent
from the death machine.
You were the Pork Finder
and you knew your job well.
As bits of the children
and their imagination rushed over my feet
I held you close as I kissed
the blood off your lips through
your last shiver and let you go
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