When the dog sinks her dull teeth
into the down of the rabbit,
we say She must have really wanted
that one.
Blood lust, we call it. Carnal.
Both the meat &
the pain it suffered—
Tender. Raw.
Oh, we moan.
We keen.
Fall to our knees
& kiss the muzzle.
The empty chamber
of her open mouth—
weapon & instrument
of affection.
Killer, we call her.
We feed her bones
from our own plates.
Good girl, we say.
What a good girl.
