Sakha please be merciful with your stab,
make it swift and deep
so one last drop drowns me into sweet oblivion.
Baying for blood, hounds hunt me down,
play merciless games, circumambulate my thrashing corpse
stretch a paw, a token of friendship. I take the bait
too late I see the bared fangs
the drooling foaming rabid mouth
clenched in acrid yellowed teeth
tossed side to side like a rag doll,
I succumb to sweet seduction
passed on, one paw to the other, one mouth to the other,
till shredded flesh hangs in ragged tatters.
Nothing of me left to burn or bury or birth again.
Ah! sweet oblivion! At last!
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