stuart z. perkoff - love is the silence - arras.net

seven: the buffalo
1.
as tho it all
swung on
the belly, the
gut being core &
pulse. the floor
of earth stinking
under its strange rug / rotting
flesh, stripped
naked.
man, who shivvers & is mostly
hairless, wraps in such
skin.
yes, to be warm. not to say
it is good
to be warm, but
it is warm.
but wore no
mask with horns, drew no
stark pictures, begged no permission
for murder. was not brother
to the flesh stink, the slam
sharp hoof
against the ground.
after all, the
rails must be cleared, that's
money, the
crews must be
fed, that's
money.
the heroes must be given
their strut & lie, their
validity.