poetry
 
CSI: HELL CREEK
 
 
 
Cracked bones – long shanks – emerge from rust-strapped earth
like a revelation by Nemesis,
recalling hasty-covered violence.
 
Who witnessed the killer
slamming home through the ribcage,
shoveling the four tonne turkey
up and over
bloody tumbling
tarsals pushing sky
meat-cleaving jaw clashing a sirocco agony?
 
Who saw the killer figure-eight its horns
loosening the armored neck,
for a locomotive coup de grace?