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Friday, May 27, 2011

Amy Killed a Goat


Amy Killed a Goat

She slit its throat.
Her hands ribboned
in red streamers.

Drains the goat upside down,
and doesn’t let them use
the testicles to make a purse.

Amy slit a goat’s throat.

Carried peanuts on her head
dug an aqueduct, rested under a baobab tree.
They celebrated with drums--
orange flames ate the black cookie of night.

The goatskin drums were
not from Amy’s goat.
She slit the throat quick,
slicked in blood.

Amy.
Goat.
Slit.
Throat.

She did it.
Then she flew away.
Her friend gave her
a purse for farewell
pink and soft--
full of petals.

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