Malaya Stanger
CARRION
The Butcher is unfeeling. / Knows your anatomy / like the back of His hand,/ hangs you by
the feet / upside down / to bleed out like a pig./ It all flows down a drain./ Skin scraping skin
scraping skin./ Hell-bent. / Eyes rolling like / newborn maggots/ in diseased swine./ The
Butcher is unfeeling. / You are unseeing / third hole gouged / between your brows / & yet /
you still surrender.