In Ohio,
I taught another writer
how to kill.
How to divide
your tail
like a country.
Split open.
The butt of knife
a new baton
Your insides ran
and I don’t blame them.
And he said: slaughter
And I said: dinner.
And it didn’t change
a thing.
And I don’t know
if I should be sorry or jealous.
At least it was quick.
Meal to mouth.
Your blood
bright red eulogy
we covered
with a lid.